This morning we were treated to an extreme psycho kitty...

He was chasing his tail, and was so wrapped up in chasing his tail he knocked over the trashcan in the laundry room, ran into the woodbox, and hit his head on the TV stand. None of the collisions even registered, he just kept after his tail!

Tonight he was sitting on the back of the loveseat, chasing a moth outside the window (and wondering why he couldn't get it). I went over after he settled down to scritch him, and he looked at me rather surprised, like he was expecting to get into trouble.