Kitty Logic

The weirdest thing happened today.

Most of you know that Surfer Boy and I adopted a kitten who was part of a litter dumped at the front doorstep of the veterinary hospital.

Penny is one of the most mellow cats I've ever owned.

Nothing fazes this little black kitty.

This afternoon as I sat at my computer banging out my story I heard hissing and furious sprinting across our wooden floors.

Perplexed, I rose from my desk, peered under the sofa and two alien eyes stared back.

"What's wrong sweetie?" said I.

I thought perhaps she'd gotten into a tussle with my daughter's Chichuaha, Victor Jose.

But she's usually the one who puts him in his place.

I coaxed her out (make that forced her rigid body out) of her hiding place and held her in my arms. "Nice kitty," I cooed.

Everything happened fast.

She glanced up at the ceiling fan and TOTALLY FREAKED OUT!

I'm talking, spitting, clawing and launching herself from my arms.

Sheesh.

You'd think a meteor was hurtling toward her the way she zoomed like a bat out of hell and I've got the scratches to prove it.

It took a solid two hours for her to calm down.

As a side note: Victor Jose has been acting oddly as well since then, lying flat on the kitchen rug, something he never does.

Which has got me thinking?

It it simple as fear-of-ceiling-fan or ...

Is this an earthquake prediction?

The normally unflappable Penny in Victor's cage.