It’s always a pleasant surprise to find that I have an aptitude for doing something and I haven’t spent countless hours studying or practicing to get there. To discover a natural God-given talent, especially after so many years, is amazing to me.
Are you curious about what this special talent might be? (Hint: it has nothing to do with writing.)
Well, here it is: on Saturday, I discovered quite accidentally, that I can strip the sheets off the bed without disturbing my cat, Cybil as she napped. Yes, I slid the fitted sheet off the mattress and pulled the sheet out from under the blanket and comforter without her moving (I checked – she was breathing). Now, I didn’t do it with a quick, snapping flourish, like the people who can whip a table cloth off the table without messing up the dishes at each place setting. My maneuver was more delicate, similar to extracting a child’s elbow from between slats in the back of chair. Or dislodging bread stuck in a toaster.
You may be wondering why I didn’t just pick her up and put her on the floor. It’s simple: she was named Cybil for a reason. Her full name is Cybil the Psycho Cat. She bites, she scratches and hisses if she’s moved from a comfortable spot. In fact, she can do all of the above even if she isn’t moved. Afraid of her? Ha! Of course not, that’s silly…she’s just a cat. I mean, I’m so much bigger; why would I be afraid–oh, all right. Yes, I am a little scared of her. <hang my head in shame.>
My bubble burst later in the evening after I pulled the clean bedding from the dryer, all hot and cozy. I walked into my room and Cybil was still curled up on the comforter. She raised her head up and narrowed her eyes. I stood several feet away, my arms wrapped around the laundered sheets, holding her gaze. We kept eye contact for over ten seconds. I felt like we were preparing for an Old West gun battle. I blinked first. She had the upper hand.
I stepped forward, hoping, she’d retreat and run under the bed. She didn’t move a muscle. I dropped the sheets and stood inches away with my hands on my hips. She meowed at me (a warning, I soon discovered). I reached out for her, it was her last chance for her to run. She did not. I picked her up. She meowed a high-pitched battle cry, bit me, hissed and growled. I set her on the floor and she stalked away with her back twitching. I didn’t move until she disappeared under the bed. As I pulled the sheets over the mattress, I kept my toes away from the edge of the bed…just in case she had revenge on her mind.
Do you have any hidden talents or interesting quirks? Don’t be shy; I’m sure you can do better than my sheet removal trick 🙂