A Portable Breeze part 17 and WHY DOES HE HAVE EYELASHES

I hopped down from the windowsill and trotted across the soft living room rug toward the television cabinet. Resting upright on the low wooden shelf was a small, rechargeable mini handheld fan. I crept up close to inspect the curved turquoise blades behind the thin plastic safety grill. Finding the tiny rounded silicone button on its handle, I pressed down firmly with my palm. Whirr! The motor hummed instantly to life, spinning the blades into a translucent blur. A crisp, cool gust rushed directly into my face, gently ruffling my ears and tail tips. I stood right in its steady slipstream for a moment, simply enjoying the refreshing breeze, before giving the button another tap to let the fan spin down to a quiet stop.