A few weeks ago, my mom lent me her treadmill.  It seems like a weird item to lend, but she didn’t have a place for it, and I needed one, so it worked out well.  Anyhow, the first few times I used the treadmill, it scared the cats.  They would flee down the hall and observe from a safe distance.
Apparently, they are no longer afraid of it.  There I was, minding my own business and walking this morning when this little orange face appeared over the top of the treadmill: Reno was standing on the top of the couch and peering over the control panel, in hopes of getting pet.  A few moments later, he peeked over the other side.  He was being so cute, I reached over the top patted him on the head, and scratched his ears.  The next thing I know the crazy little cat was clamboring onto the control panel of the treadmill and trying to sit on the small ledge usually reserved for holding reading material.  Needless to say he didn’t fit well…or at all, really.  So I ended up scooping him off, and then wondering what I was going to do with a fifteen pound cat while walking on a treadmill.  I was able to sucessfully unload him onto the floor, but a few moments later he popped his little head over the top of treadmill again.  The whole thing just cracked me up.  I’ll have to see if I get a repeat performance tomorrow.