Feline baseball

Lucifer Findus Brannigan, my dear little fluffy red eunuch tomcat, has invented a new game that is so fiendishly complicated that I don't understand it. In fact, I think nobody that isn't a cat can understand it, just as nobody who isn't British or Australian or Indian or the like can understand cricket, and nobody not either American or Japanese can understand baseball.*

I don't know what the rules or the objectives of the game are, but it works as follows: I am required to put my hand on the bathroom door frame and drum my fingers. Lucifer crouches just out of sight, waits for the opportune moment, and then LEAPS a powerful LEAP up the door frame. If he hits my hand with his paw, he runs like a cat possessed all around my apartment, jumps on the back of the sofa, looks around the living room door jamb, and winks at me. If he misses my hand on the bathroom door, he crouches again and at the next opportune moment, jumps again.

I am sure he counts scores, misses, hits, and runs - but don't ask me. I'm just the clueless bowler.-

*Don't try to explain baseball or cricket to me; it's hopeless. Many people have tried over the years, and they all failed. I can appreciate 'Lagaan' regardless, and that's all that really counts.-