Xanadu passed the test of movie-night better than the Former Felons did. My latest foster-cat is quite active, but Saturday he was a little less so. I think what happened earlier in the day may have contributed: he had a visitor, a fellow member of the rescue-group, who came to take Xanadu’s pictures and clean his ears. The little boy with the swirl fur disliked the ear-cleaning greatly, and I think that subdued him for the day. We will get back into action this morning.
But during the movie, he disconnected the cable between the dvd-player and the television set only once, and, surprisingly, came out from behind the tv when I told him to. He settled down next to me for the most of the film, though he was intrigued by the popcorn that I ate for the first half-hour. Eventually, he nodded off: I think he probably prefers colour movies.
I chuckled afterward at his antics. I keep the television set in the library closet, opening the sliding doors when I want to view the screen. After the film, I closed the doors. This surprised Xanadu, and he paced about in front of the closet, probably wondering where the tv had gone. He then pulled up the soaker pad I keep in front of the litter-box. Perhaps not understanding the sliding doors, he probed the pad, thinking that the tv was under there. That’s not bad reasoning for a little fellow who can’t comprehend technology.