Okay, it’s not the greatest cat film in the world, but there’s some really cute cat meows in it. And purring. And I sing at the end (talk-sing style).
You’ll see a bunch of ping pong balls on the coffee cable. I keep these handy to throw to Bleeck when necessary. When necessary: he’s biting my feet or hands or face, or—I kid you not—the top of my head, or he’s doing the same to Finney, or he’s doing the Indie 500 up and down the couch while I’m watching tv, sometimes missing a turn and flying off into the kitchen. At which point he comes charging back and jumps up onto my stomach, then back to the floor, then back up onto my stomach again, over and over. This is to show me that that whole missing the turn thing was just a fluke, he’s actually a tremendous athlete. Just look at this jump control!