I had described the bed zoomie to friends and relatives at various times, but until you actually witness it happening, I don't think you can quite comprehend its intensity. When my sister and her girls arrived and we began to set up the air mattress, I warned all three of the impending bed zoomie that would probably ensue. I couldn't make any promises, mind you, since every once in a while Dorothy just isn't feeling the zoom. But she did not disappoint! The air mattress, as it turns out, is perfect for a zoomie. And Dorothy even incorporated the couch into her zoom, plus she zoomed into my bedroom to zoom a bit on the bed in there before returning to the mattress. I now have three witnesses who can concur that the zoomie, it exists, and the zoomie, it rules.
Here are some pictures of the zoomie, which don't quite do it justice.
Avery's stance here is the perfect reaction to a zoomie--she smartly averts her face to save her eyes:
The zoomie-er in pounce mode:
Creating a false sense of security--is the zoomie over?
Resting mid-zoomie -- don't get too close!:
The zoomie kissing attack!