If you noticed a brief silence on the blog, well done you, you're officially attentive. I spent the weekend in Adelaide, where I mostly distressed my grandparents with my (I quote) boundless energy (clearly, they haven't met Spawn) and distressed their cat with my strange and boisterous behaviour. He's used to much quieter, slower games, and definitely not used to flamboyant gesticulations. My cats don't even twitch an ear at random noises and gunfire chatter, or the stampede of running feet, or pillows hurtling through the air toward them. My grandparents' cat has had a far more tranquil life, and I was constantly doing something so alarming — such as, I don't know, COUGHING or REACHING FOR THE BUTTER — that he had to take off at high speed and take shelter under the nearest item of heavy furniture.
So then I embarked on a mission to see just how many different ways I could startle the cat. Naturally.1
- I lost count. In the first hour. Seriously. [↩]