One of the day’s rituals is that when Gus isn’t already downstairs at breakfast time I will carry him down the steps like a football. I then pause at each window on the way down to give him a chance to see what outside is like.
Usually this is pretty interesting for him and he will even start purring.
Today, though, there was a pool man working the pool next door and Gus was getting pretty scared. It wasn’t the guy…it was the net on a pole that he was using to skim leaves and such out of the pool. Whenever the netting flopped or moved, Gus twitched. Where do you get Net-0-phobia from?
Once out of view he recovered quickly, and by evening he was entirely over it. Here he looks relaxed and ready for anything.
I’m not sure that was the kind of ‘anything’ I had in mind.