The Cat and the Laser Pointer

My cat, Mr. Whiskers, is the undisputed king of laziness. His daily routine involves sleeping, eating, and occasionally swatting at a passing fly—if it doesn’t require too much effort.

One day, I decided to introduce him to a laser pointer. I figured it would be a good way to get him moving. I flicked the red dot across the floor, and for the first time in his life, Mr. Whiskers leapt into action.

He chased the dot with such vigor that he accidentally knocked over a lamp, slid into the coffee table, and sent my glass of water flying. But he didn’t care—he was determined to catch that dot.

Finally, I shone the laser on the wall, and he launched himself at it with full feline fury. Unfortunately, he miscalculated and ended up stuck halfway up the curtains, looking like a very confused spider.

As I rescued him, he glared at me as if to say, This isn’t over, human.

Now, every time I pick up my keys—because they have a red keychain—he gets into attack mode. I’ve created a monster.