We have some inflated balloons on the floor that have been hanging around since New Year's. Sugar has been playing with them some, and surprisingly, has not yet popped one. I keep anxiously awaiting the loud POP! every time I see her playing with one, but I am always sadly disappointed. In my head, I imagine her freaking out and darting far, far away (the bathroom maybe?) when it happens and I imagine myself laughing hysterically (or diabolically if you consider it mean to laugh at a scaredy cat).
Anyway, just now as I was playing with (errr...torturing?) the cat, I had an incredible idea! I got her riled up a bit, went and held her exactly over a balloon about three feet in the air and then dropped her on it--POP! I was completely devastated by her reaction, which is to say, she basically had no reaction. She immediately started sniffing and then chewing the balloon remnants. No fear whatsoever.
Why must this cat always frustrate and disappoint me? Whether it's breaking irreplaceable Christmas tree ornaments or refusing to amuse me by being a dumb scared animal, she always lets me down. Anyone need a cute white cat? (Don't tell James I'm trying to give her away. And don't remind me it was one of my resolutions to try harder to like her.)
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