Static electricity keeps moving. In the dark as I am rubbed the right way there is an electrical storm shifting over the cloudlike nature of my fur. The charge is transferred and dispersed in discharges at inconvenient moment such as when I bow my head to drink out of the metal bowl. It’s like pavlovian training for dehydration. And then there is the matter of this styrofoam stuck to my nose in the most unqueenlike fashion.