Tuxie's Fan Dance

Houston summers are hot and humid. In spite of the AC, if you are a maine coone cat named Tuxie with an extraordinarily thick and downy coat with projectile shedding armpits, you feel the heat.

Every night at about 8 pm it all becomes too much for Tuxie and he collapses on the living room floor beneath the ceiling fan. Through several summers of experience, he knows exactly where to position himself. The position is optimal for air circulation, puts him successfully in the center of attention and maximally inconveniences everyone who has to avoid walking on him. For a cat it's perfect.

Once in position he falls asleep and begins a slow motion ballet of feline langour, hence the Fan Dance.