I can’t overstate how much Inky was afraid of this ceiling fan. For weeks, she would love going upstairs to explore, but she would NOT go in the bedroom. At the doorway, she would look up and see the fan, and she would freeze, wide-eyed and poofy-furred, and then slink away to the bathroom in retreat. It’s as if she thinks it’s the Eye of Mordor.
If in the future that ceiling fan falls on my head, I guess I can say my cat told me so.