Sunday, March 3, 2013
The Things That Happen # 4 (The Legendary, the Fearless, the Fiery Reggie)
Like all cats, our Reggie is prone to regular "spazz-outs," whereupon he tears about the place like a thing demented, screeching and wailing until he has exorcised his demons and/or run off his pent-up energy. It's a daily occurrence and, depending on his level of lunacy, often quite amusing. How he hasn't done himself a mischief thus far is anyone's guess, but then he does appear to be made of rubber. For an eleven-and-a-half month-old cat with boundless energy there are understandably times when his spazz-outs are so out of control that he's in serious danger of breaking things as he uses his home as a parkour course, so we have to tell him off or try to calm him down. When he's naughty, we address him as Reginald.
This morning he had an almighty spazz-out, for the first time free-running in areas previously unexplored on these occasions. In our utility room there is an inverted U-shaped book case above his litter tray (because Susan believes in books in every room), and when haring into that room he bounced into, or rather off, the bookcase, exiting the room in a blinding flash to continue his mad circuit elsewhere. Incredibly, just one book was dislodged, plummeting into the litter tray with a plop. The book? What else could it have been but the David Nobbs classic, "The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin." Susan and I just looked at each other, astonished.
Seriously, we couldn't make this up if we tried!