Gurney is a cat of vast dignity, curiosity, and intellect. Last night, for example, he happened to be inspecting the guitar amplifier when I tapped my distortion pedal, and the result was an airborne cat. Only startled, not frightened, he bounced right back down and started sniffing it again. I, er, turned the volume down.

Poor cat.

Today he had that experience familiar to most cat owners of getting something stuck to his bloomers, then going into hysterics trying to remove it. I captured him (not easy) and attempted to remove the offending object. Of course, Gurney is a typical cat in that he does not want anybody touching his butt! (the bit right in front of the tail is acceptable, but nothing below or behind that.) Me, struggling cat, paper towel…

I removed the offender and he promptly relaxed and headbutted me, after five minutes of “Just hold still, you little idiot!”