Clara's Nemesis

I know this blog is titled "The Daily Dolley", but today, I'm going to feature Clara (aka, Evil 1) because, while she's a little more Greta Garbo to Dolley's Kim Kardashian,  Clara does have adorable moments every day.

Here's one:

Clara is very suspicious of the humidifier in the bedroom.  I don't know what great insult a humidifier caused her in the past, but every year, she has a real issue with the humidifier.  (it's not just this one; it's every one we've ever had.)  I used to put a towel on the floor under the humidifier just in case it leaked a little, the towel could soak up some of the water.  Clara was NOT having ANY of the towel under the humidifier.  She would scratch at the towel trying to get it out from under the humidifier until she was either successful in freeing said towel or, more often and likely, tipped the humidifier over (almost always right after I re-filled it) thus causing water to spill out.  I should also note that she usually mounted this attack between the hours of 1 and 4am, probably after hours of staring and recon...

This year, we have a bigger humidifier that's more like a tower fan...  Clara is still not impressed.

As soon as we turn it on, she goes on high alert and will just stare at it...

"Oh, it's on!  No, really, it's turned on..."

from all angles...



Something wicked...



...this way blows

one time she actually swiped at it, but that's all the contact I've seen so far.

"Where did those bubbles come from?  And WHERE did they GO????"

I don't know what it is about the humidifier that bothers her.  Maybe it's the intermittent bubbles that come up from the base of the reservoir????

Who knows.  If I spent all my time trying to figure out what's going on in that tiny brain of theirs, I would probably still be living in my parent's basement.

*btw, I learned in writing and proofing this post that I have no idea how to spell "humidifier"