The day I moved in, the first thing I did was turn on the ceiling fan so that the apartment could get as cool as possible as fast as possible. The cord clicked when I pulled it, and the blades whirred as they made their rapid revolutions. Stokely heard nothing of this.
After being in the room for perhaps twenty or thirty minutes Stokely must have turned on his back or otherwise looked upwards, because he bolted into the kitchen as if he were escaping the talons of some monstrous creature. From around the slight corner, he sat and simply stared at the ceiling fan – while I doubled over in laughter. Sometimes I think we give cats too much credit for their keen senses…
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