... or Somewhere Beyond Left Field
Serious just -- does things differently. Thinks about them
differently. You can see her doing it.
And sometimes you can see her NOT thinking... Like when she used the edge of her water bowl as a pillow (several times), with her face falling splash! into the water as she fell asleep.
Was Serious disturbed by this? Nope. In fact, she was so serenely willing to keep repeating the experiment that her Mom moved the water bowl to a safe place where it can't be used as a pillow anymore.
Sadly, this has also ended Serious's somewhat surreal habit of having a refreshing drink of water while lying lazily stretched out on her side beside the water bowl. She would barely bother to lift her head, somehow drinking from the side of her mouth.
Life with Serious is never quite what you expect.
And sometimes you can see her NOT thinking... Like when she used the edge of her water bowl as a pillow (several times), with her face falling splash! into the water as she fell asleep.
Was Serious disturbed by this? Nope. In fact, she was so serenely willing to keep repeating the experiment that her Mom moved the water bowl to a safe place where it can't be used as a pillow anymore.
Sadly, this has also ended Serious's somewhat surreal habit of having a refreshing drink of water while lying lazily stretched out on her side beside the water bowl. She would barely bother to lift her head, somehow drinking from the side of her mouth.
Life with Serious is never quite what you expect.
WHEE-doggies!
Serious is a Beverly Hillbilly girl, a bright but most unsophisticated cat
adopted by her Mom when she was not quite a year old. A cat who remains, over a year later,
endearingly clueless about oh, so much.
Her first storm had her watching the ceiling worriedly ("Where's the rain?"). If a door wasn't open at least 8 inches, she would not try to push it open wider, but stand beside it and wistfully ask for help. It took days to for her to learn that she could play or nap in baskets. A new blanket on the bed worried her for nearly a week ("I'm not stepping on THAT. It looks DANGEROUS!").
Everything was new to her, and usually baffling. Despite her caution and uncertainty, though -- which she still feels about almost anything new -- she is gloriously happy in her "Beverly Hills" home. And she has an innocent and lasting delight when she "gets" something, and finds it good.
Like the "IN-door outhouse." She was just TICKLED with the idea of a litterbox, and still happily spends time each day "redecorating" -- rearranging the litter, placing various toys nearby, once even carrying her big plastic litter scoop up into the box and burying it almost completely. Accessorizing...
Her first storm had her watching the ceiling worriedly ("Where's the rain?"). If a door wasn't open at least 8 inches, she would not try to push it open wider, but stand beside it and wistfully ask for help. It took days to for her to learn that she could play or nap in baskets. A new blanket on the bed worried her for nearly a week ("I'm not stepping on THAT. It looks DANGEROUS!").
Everything was new to her, and usually baffling. Despite her caution and uncertainty, though -- which she still feels about almost anything new -- she is gloriously happy in her "Beverly Hills" home. And she has an innocent and lasting delight when she "gets" something, and finds it good.
Like the "IN-door outhouse." She was just TICKLED with the idea of a litterbox, and still happily spends time each day "redecorating" -- rearranging the litter, placing various toys nearby, once even carrying her big plastic litter scoop up into the box and burying it almost completely. Accessorizing...
WHOA-doggies!
No dogs allowed who Bark or Jump or Run... or Walk....or Sit..... or, well,
Anything.
