And a lazy canopener. I bought a laserpointer. Now I can sit lazily in a strategic corner of my flat and chase Franky and Benjy through the rooms with a flick of my wrist. It's amazing how little understanding cats have for non-corporeal entities like wormhole aliens and bright dots of light. As soon as the red spot appears they go into hunting mode and forget everything else. Like the fact that my laminate floor offers no resistance or hold whatsoever, turning cats running a curve at high speed into a wild tumble of fur and paws which eventually crashes into the next table or couch.
But, luckily, no casualties so far.
Now I need someone to hold the laser pointer while I hold the camera.
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