there have been a number of things in my life which i just don’t understand. i watch something happen and think to myself, ‘well, that wouldn’t be my choice,’ or, ‘i never thought to do that,’, or sometimes just plain, ‘why in the world is that happening?’
today i had another one of those why in the world experiences. i had my laundry out in piles on my bed, sorting it for being put away.
my cat moved from the sweater (which i grabbed up right away — black sweater + cat hair = no no), to the short sleaved shirts, to the fuzzy thing that needs to be fixed, and finally to the little cheerleader skirt i’d bought for burning man.
i figured once i pulled one thing away he’d just lay on the bed. i mean, the clothes can’t be all that much warmer, right, than the bed, can they? i was amazed and confused when he moved from piece to piece to piece. some of the pieces he wasn’t even sitting on all the way! which means he had to get up from a warmish spot and walk to a cold spot.
and, no, these weren’t fresh out of the dryer warm. they were washed last week or something, and i just never got around to putting them away until today.
when he ended up on the cheerleader skirt, i let him stay. i don’t need it till next burn, and i might give it away since i doubt now i’ll be involved in the project i thought it sort of matched well with. consequently, i figure if he wants to lay on it for a few hours i’ve got plendy–plendy–of time to brush the cat hair off.
plus, it’s polyester, which cat hair doesn’t seem to stick to as well.