Despite living with no less than four cats, I’m probably the last person on earth to fully realize this simple fact. I’ve not previously had occasion to own a laser pointer, so my experiences with getting cats to chase laser dots have been all to infrequent and brief.
Last night, however, Leah got hold of a set of Hercules Hooks. As a free bonus, they came with a cheapie laser level. You know, one of those little levels that projects a laser line onto your wall so you can hang pictures straight. It took some finangling to get it actually work (one of the battery contacts was inaccessible to the actual battery until Leah figured out an alternate angle to hold the battery at; later I wedged a small piece of cardboard behind the contact so that the batter could be fully inserted and the cover placed on. But I digress.
The following was far too much time spent making Ringo chase the bright dot at the end of the laser line around the house and jump at it on walls. At one point I shone it on a stereo speaker, causing him to knock the speaker off its table onto the floor; another time I got him to knock over a stack of pillows in the spare bedroom.
Utter hilarity. If you haven’t had this experience, I highly recommend it.