Our vacuum has been dying. DH has been researching what to get. Tonight on his Costco run, he got a new vacuum. He's been assembling it while I'm watching a video lecture and knotting.
Of our two kitties, one acts brave- as long as it's not right on top of her, she doesn't care about the vac, until the noise annoys her enough. The other one, however, is TERRIFIED of the vacuum. She's my chubber baby, and I fully expect her to sprint upstairs and under the bed soon.
The brave one, the tabby, watched the new vac get assembled...with a total expression of distaste on her face, and finally a glare of "how dare you bring another of those things in the house. I want to shit on your shoes, and then puke where you step down out of bed in the morning"
Just wait until later this year when I dope them up and move them 5 hours south of here....she's going to be super pissed when she stops tripping balls.