Every now and then Paris (and only ever Paris) develops an odd suspicion against some random inanimate object that's existed in the house for ages. It starts with her giving it an evil look from somewhere way up high, glaring at it as if it will come to life, dance a jig, and she'll catch it in the act.
Usually at some point in her staring competition with the item, Cairo will be making her rounds rubbing herself up against everything and anything in the house, murring for attention. She almost always rubs against the item under surveillance without event. At this point Paris decides to test the waters. With Cairo long gone and unharmed, she cautiously approaches the item, craning her neck as far out as she can to leave her body a safe distance from the threat. As quickly as she sniffs, she pulls back and peers threateningly at the object. Then she goes back in for another sniff, maybe if she's feeling brave, a whack with the paw.
This goes on for a bit, and just as she's gaining the courage to be comfortable with the item, I drop a tissue on Paris which sends her dashing away after a record breaking leap into the air.
OK, I admit, the tissue dropping was completely intentional. I have such a laugh, and this whole ritual can go on for hours until she finally comes to accept the existence of this object as a non-threat. And then a few days later it's another item and she falls for the tissue again. Am I cruel to play into her game? I just have so much fun watching her do this.
Usually at some point in her staring competition with the item, Cairo will be making her rounds rubbing herself up against everything and anything in the house, murring for attention. She almost always rubs against the item under surveillance without event. At this point Paris decides to test the waters. With Cairo long gone and unharmed, she cautiously approaches the item, craning her neck as far out as she can to leave her body a safe distance from the threat. As quickly as she sniffs, she pulls back and peers threateningly at the object. Then she goes back in for another sniff, maybe if she's feeling brave, a whack with the paw.
This goes on for a bit, and just as she's gaining the courage to be comfortable with the item, I drop a tissue on Paris which sends her dashing away after a record breaking leap into the air.
OK, I admit, the tissue dropping was completely intentional. I have such a laugh, and this whole ritual can go on for hours until she finally comes to accept the existence of this object as a non-threat. And then a few days later it's another item and she falls for the tissue again. Am I cruel to play into her game? I just have so much fun watching her do this.