Was sitting at the edge of the cat-apault (formerly known as the treadmill) putting on my sneakers, when I felt something tickling my arm. Sure enough, there was the Koshka cat, exploring the treadmill. She seemed remarkably unconcerned.
K says she was smart enough to realize that it wasn’t on, and that she’s safe if the motor isn’t running. I am not certain he’s right, but she did skedadle when I stood up to stretch. So hypothesis 1 is that she understands the on/off thing. Hypothesis 2 is that she thinks it’s safe if I’m sitting next to her but isn’t willing to try it on her own.
Interesting to watch her make new connections about the world in that furry little brain of hers…