not a fan
Unfortunately (since without it running at night we'd be about melting these days) Rascal is not in love with the window fan. In fact, he is deeply suspicious of it, and refuses to spend more than a couple seconds on the bed when it's running. Now, I can't say I really mind his absence at night, since he's a hot little thing to be lying on your feet--appreciated in the winter, sure, but less so now--but he just looks so sad down there on the floor!
Not that the fan is the only thing he's nervous about. He's also scared of bags and trash cans and umbrellas and also, we discovered today, sirens. While we were playing outside a couple rescue vehicles drove by--not even on our street, but the main road--and he ran right up onto the porch and waited by the door. All in all we don't really mind this skitishness, except those few times when he runs away. When he's so afraid of us we can't catch him for, oh, half an hour it can get a little irritating.