Gracie is SO weird sometimes. She’s fearless outside, but certain things in the house just flummox her, even after two years.
Example: She is terrified of the noise the blower makes when the heater is running. She will go and hide in the narrowest space she can find, wedged in the 4 inches between the back of the couch and a small chest. It’s possible to keep her out while the heater’s on, if Rich comforts her the entire time. She shivers, she’s so scared of the sound. She also doesn’t like the sound of the range fan, but it’s not as loud. Here she is, wedged into her little hidey-space:
She also has a complex about the cat door. She has to go through this whole performance before she can manage to get through it. First, she’ll sit there and cock her head and peer quizzically at it for a while. Eventually, she starts pushing at it with either her paw or nose. She’ll turn herself around several times like she’s dancing the Hokey Pokey. Eventually, if she can get one foot and her nose through at the same time, she can manage to get the rest of the way out. It’s hilarious to watch.
But because she’s SUCH A PRINCESS, and we dote on her hand and foot, very often she will cock her head in our direction until one of us takes pity on her and goes over there to HOLD HER KITTY DOOR OPEN FOR HER. I’m so embarrassed.