I never had much luck with cats, my wife tells me that's why they seem to come to me just to show me up. My sis had a Siamese many years ago, when I'd visit them that cat was like a wart on my hip. On one visit I noticed a small square pillow on the couch that didn't match the rest. It was a vibrating pillow but she had taken the battery out. Just for fun, I stuck a battery in it and found out it still worked but you had to concentrate the pressure in the center. At one point I played "tug of war" with the pillow and the cat, that left the cat unsuspecting since I just let it go. He dropped it, looked at me with that King Of The Mountain look and stepped on the pillow. No vibration. He then sat down in the middle of it.....WOW! I've never seen a cat levitate straight up and disappear like a shot....until that day.
He got back at me all that night. Somewhere he found a bell, picked it up and carried it everywhere in my room. All night long I would fall asleep, soon as that happened the cat would jump on the bed, run across it with the bell jingling, off the other side and disappear. Next morning right at sun-up, I'm greeted with this ungodly screech that Siamese make....right in my face. The rest of the day, I fussed over the cat, we fell asleep on the couch with him purring like a bowling ball going down an alley. I slept good the next few nights I was there. Cat=1, John=0.
