If you know any cats, you know that they tend to develop and drop interests rather routinely. Above is a montage of Winston's latest: attacking (and maybe feeling attacked by) a wall. This wall has always been in our apartment, it's always looked the same and there's never been bugs on it (not that I've seen). In the past month, though, it's really, really been bothering him. I don't know why he does this. Maybe he sees dead Littles. Maybe these walls can talk. Regardless, I'm more than happy to exploit it.
(The song used, btw, is one of my favorite old-school Chicago tracks, "Bring Down the Walls" by Fingers Inc.)