There’s something about newly washed bed sheets that lure our house panther. No, we don’t have a real panther. It’s just a domestic, short-haired feline who’s black, named Lyndon Baines, and weighs 14 pounds.
As you probably know, cats have excellent hearing. I’ve written this fact before, but I’m going to state it again since I can’t remember it. There are thirty-some muscles in a cat’s ear. Thank you, Google. It’s actually 32.
I think it’s the sound of the sheets that stirs the awareness of our house panther. They’re crisp and crunchy when they come out of the dryer, and when I try to fold the king-sized rectangle, there’s a lot of cotton flapping – almost like a flag in the wind or maybe a bird’s wings. Regardless of the sound, it brings Lyndon running. I’ve tried folding clean, gargantuan sheets into shelf-sized rectangles, but the house panther won’t let me. He lays on the part of the sheet that rests on the carpet and then sleeps in a cocoon of clean, warm crispness for at least 4-5 hours.
Lyndon also comes running when he hears the bed being made like he did today. The house panther stealthily pounces onto the mattress and slinks toward the center of the mounded sheet while I carefully drag the elastic corners to the vertices of the bed. Then, there is the top sheet. This large fabric gets set on the bed then pulled over wherever the panther lies. His tail swishes back and forth under the cottony cover like an erratic mole at a fork in his underground tunnel.
Sometimes I make the bed around him. He’s been known to sleep between the pillows and under the blanket at least for 4 to 5 hours. This time, however, he’s off for more entertainment- on the sill of the opened window.