Phones upstairs and down; the one downstairs has a button on the base unit, that pages the one upstairs. Cat applies paw (or possibly nose) to button; phone by computer shrills unpleasantly. Chaz answers phone; cat fails to respond.
It's only happened once so far, so actually I'm calling it an accident. I suspect cause and effect are too remote to be interesting. As opposed to, say, sitting on the chest of drawers and reaching down to pluck at one of the dangly handles so that it makes that fascinating knocking sound, we love that. We do that over and over. Middle-of-the-night is best, we think, acoustically...
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It's only happened once so far, so actually I'm calling it an accident. I suspect cause and effect are too remote to be interesting. As opposed to, say, sitting on the chest of drawers and reaching down to pluck at one of the dangly handles so that it makes that fascinating knocking sound, we love that. We do that over and over. Middle-of-the-night is best, we think, acoustically...
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I miss the fun of having a cat, but the wanton destruction and torture I don't miss quite so much.