Otis normally ignores the TV, including any sounds from it apart from
whistling (we have to turn the sound down for the Xfiles theme tune -
he goes into attack mode).  My old cat Thomas (don't ask!) used to sit
on top of the set when snooker was on and try to paw the balls.
Anyway, this morning I was watching an old documentary on the box,
called Pussies Galore - wonderful programme about a feral cat colony in
Rome, really fascinating stuff. Anyway the 2 boss toms (Caesar &
Brutus) were having a shouting match over a girl and squaring up (so
what's new there then) - when suddenly Otis (who's ahem not quite 100%
in the bloke department if you know what I mean) jumps up and joins in
the racket, it freaked me out, dunno who he thought he was arguing with
or what over, very strange!  Two minutes later he was sitting next to
me with his head in my lap again waiting for the slave to give him a
tummy rub.

Marcia