In the mornings now when I open the front door the sun is slanting a bit different across the floor. It has moved imperceptibly without my really noticing that it was happening.
Where once the sun shone across my couch pillows, now it has moved a bit.
The sun’s path of course affects the amount of daylight received during a given season.
It will get dark earlier now. The days will seem shorter. The seasons are changing.
I happened to be in the shower the other day rinsing off soap. When suddenly Ivy reached through a space in the shower curtain and grabbed my leg. I didn’t see her, but of course who else could it be?
What came to mind after my heart slowed back down was Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho movie scene when Marion Crane, played by Janet Leigh, is in the shower at the Bates Motel.
I didn’t scream bloody murder like Janet Leigh did. But it did catch me off guard and startled me.
At least it wasn’t Norman Bates dressed as his mother…
…Standing outside with a knife.
Instead it was Ivy being Ivy.
Still to this day that was one of the scariest movies I’ve ever seen. Though I haven’t watched it in over 20 years, I still recall the feeling of dread as I watched Janet Leigh in the shower at the Bates Motel.
The background music was of course foreboding. How else would we TV watchers know that something awful was about to happen and feel our heartbeats ratchet up in response.
I remember the throwing back of that curtain and the horrified look on Janet Leigh’s face as she saw the specter of horror before her.
The psychiatrist interviewed Norman later and explained how Norman killed his mother and her lover 10 years ago. The guilt caused his personality to split into two sides: Norman and his mother.
He killed Marion because his Norman-side was attracted to her but his mother-side went into a jealous rage.
No, this was just Ivy reaching in and grabbing my leg. Which by itself was a bit scary because who is expecting a cat to reach in and grab their leg while they’re taking a shower?
Leave it to Ivy to liven things up when there could possibly be a dull moment.
In the few days since this happened, whenever I’m in the shower I kind of wait for a cat’s claws to penetrate my skin.
Such is life with a cat in the house.