Inspiring terror.
Seriously. Little Monster Cat, the better behaved of our two, has found a new toy. I think it's some kid of stuffed Red Nose Day thing that's somehow ended up in the cat toy box. It's bit big for her to chase around so has sat there for some time.
Last night, for reasons that I can only assume to be nefarious, she bought it up the bedroom. About 4.20am to be precise. I can be precise because at 4.20 am our bedroom was filled with a psychotic
HA HA HA HAAAA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAA etc.
It's quite realistic and loud. Neither cat was bothered. We're still burning adrenaline. Neither of us knew it was one of those squeeze-activated things.