Last night Tom and I were watching Heroes; Jedi was faffing around being a cat and getting in the way. At the end of the episode I looked over at him to see this:

Elegant as ever, Jedi! He stayed still long enough for me to get some photos and then got annoyed by us laughing; at which point he went frantic, raced up the stairs and into our bedroom. At least, he would have raced into our bedroom if the door hadn't been shut! As it was, he crashed headfirst into the door, slid along it, and fetched up against the wall.
And then had a frantic wash, because that's the cattish way.
Poor beast, it can't be easy getting through life with that little brain.

Elegant as ever, Jedi! He stayed still long enough for me to get some photos and then got annoyed by us laughing; at which point he went frantic, raced up the stairs and into our bedroom. At least, he would have raced into our bedroom if the door hadn't been shut! As it was, he crashed headfirst into the door, slid along it, and fetched up against the wall.
And then had a frantic wash, because that's the cattish way.
Poor beast, it can't be easy getting through life with that little brain.