My exercise bike is in the tv room with the couch. While I exercise, Thimble usually hangs out on the back of the couch. It's covered in a lavendar blanket much the same color as the walls, but I believe you can still tell what he's on in the photo above.
Anyway, I turn the ceiling fan on high while I exercise for the obvious reasons of me getting hot, and the fan creates a breeze.
Above Thimble you'll notice the bottom of a decorative hand-fan that I have on the wall. (It does actually work if you take it off the wall, but it's delicate and beautiful so I use it as decoration instead.) The breeze makes it move a little.
Yesterday, Thimble noticed. He'd never noticed it before. It was twitching. It was irresistible! He got up and went to grab it.
I sighed and made an "uh uh uh!" (tones going up) sound, which is my way of saying no, don't do that, while I reach for the squirt bottle. Because always before, my voice is not enough to make a determined kitten leave his "toy" alone.
But this time, the first time ever, Thimble subsided down onto the sofa back, gave the (still twitching) fan a longing look, and then lay down and ignored it. All before I could even reach for the squirt bottle!
Did I praise him? You bet your bunnies I did. I told him what a good boy he was and what an excellent boy he was and so on and so forth.
He curled a paw under and happily went to sleep, secure in the knowledge that I approved of his behavior.
My baby boy's growing up!
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