It's getting close to suppertime for the felines and they've been gathering, as is their wont, near me in the living room.
Fat boy Schooner just tried and failed to leap up onto the top of the TV in front of me. He fell back, unhurt, with a huge scrabbling clatter which startled the crap out of the assembled felines.
They bolted in terror, in all directions.
I laughed.
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