She'd run away if she could

File this under "how NOT to treat your cat"

I was grabbing some dirty laundry so that instead of several piles of laundry, they'd be in one place. The designated place is in the bedroom closet, and I know the way by heart. So I decided to forgo the light switch. One step, two step, then the third step my right foot landed on a stick.

The stick moved and I knew it wasn't a stick or a pair of fur mice. A rush of fluff ran under the bed for refuge.

I put the clothes in the closet, and I thought I saw a rush of fluff. I looked closer, but didn't see anything. In my heart, I knew it was Adira running to put distance between the evil foot and herself.

As I left the bedroom, she ran around me to seek refuge under the bed.

I feel terrible. She normally doesn't lounge around in "high traffic" areas, so that was the last thing I was expecting.

If I left the computer available tonight, she'd probably look for a new place to live.

If I had my camera, I'd probably get a picture of a fluff ball running away in terror. The camera is in Hawaii for my boyfriend to take pictures.