Neville is usually unbothered by the vacuum cleaner. Yesterday, though, he insisted on remaining in the sitting room while I cleaned it. To be precise, he insisted on lying in the path of the vacuum cleaner while I used it on the rugs. For a minute, the Nevsky stood (or, rather, lie on) his ground. He even whapped at the machine a couple of times. But I’m afraid the strain of battle was too much for him, and he fled. My Nev is, after all, not a fighter.
A few minutes later, he was at the top of the tall cat-tree, looking out the window. He wasn’t watching anything in particular, so the amazement of his encounter with the vacuum cleaner may still have been occupying his mind.