When Chun is excited, he rolls around on his back in circles, staring at me the whole time. Sometimes he does this in convenient locations where I am able to rub his tummy. Other times, he doesn’t choose his spot so well, like tonight, when I was taking care of a new batch of kombucha. Chun was on one of his favorite perches – the top of the fridge – and he saw me and was so happy that he rolled and rolled and rolled until – CRASH – he fell. Right onto me. I tried to catch him but instead, my arm hit him and he splatted to the floor, landing on his back. It was one of the worst feline landings I have ever seen. Somehow, everything on the counter jumped but nothing broke. Poor Chun was so upset. But just five minutes later, he was prancing through the kitchen with his tail up and nose up, like nothing had happened.
He has fallen on me before, from the top of my grandmother’s antique mirror that is super wide has all kinds of fancy moulding. He landed on Mani too. Mani did not appreciate it. The problem that time wasn’t rolling, it was that he had gained approximately a pound over about a year and could no longer accomplish the same gymnastic feats as he had in his trimmer days.