Meet Foster:
Gorgeous cat - such unusual markings on her face. She tries so hard to be serious and aloof, and can perform seemingly magical acts such as flying across the living room in a perfect Sphinx position after being startled out of a chair. Foster embodies the more-regal-than-thou front I described, deeming everyone in the house that's become her temple her subjects. Even inanimate objects are her subjects. The world worships and revolves around Her Fosterness.
Well, except for potholders. Sometimes they rebel, like they did this morning. Foster likes to eat on high, she's all about a good view, so her dishes are on top of the refrigerator. Her dining area is accessed by a quick jump to the counter, followed by a graceful leap to her food. Well, usually graceful. Sometimes she misses. And sometimes we've forgotten to move something out of her way - - like potholders.
Given how perfectly she landed on it, I think she might have done this intentionally to drum up sympathy for more food and maybe a bit of spam musubi later (she heard me mention it), but plant all four paws squarely upon it she did. And down the counter it went. This surprised her, but she tried to hold it together; for a second it looked as though she was surfing. But then she decided to aim for the top of the refrigerator *from the potholder*, which slid in the opposite direction. She walked off it on her hind legs, planted herself into the side of the fridge, and then swooped down to the side and ran down the hall. And although she came out and had a large breakfast, after which she pulled the sweet routine until I said "spam musubi" again, she's gone back into hiding. The vibrations from her complete humiliation are carrying through the house like the worst kind of reverb.
She'll be back out around lunch, and will expect all of this to be forgotten.
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