This is another one of those cat stories. Fair warning.
Today Tako really wanted petting and because of this level of desperation he was willing to get it from J. Of course, Tako faces away from J the whole time, happy to have his back pet, but not wanting to have to look at J.
This time, as he was rolling around in ecstasy, he noticed my backpack nearby and dove right in. So there he was, rolling around with his upper body completely in my backpack and the rest of his body out on the floor. As he kicked around, his little feet found the VCR that sits on the floor and he inadvertantly pressed a couple of buttons.
The VCR didn't respond right away, but just as Tako was coming out of the backpack, the VCR emitted this growl-like sound and slowly ejected a tape. Tako looked totally bewildered and got low to the ground. Slowly he crawled towards it, jumping a little at just the possibility that it might happen again. He acted as though the VCR had just violated the laws of time and space.
Not sure what to think of the rest of the world, he turned and looked suspiciously at my backpack. Of course it just sat there, inanimately, but Tako reached out a paw to check. When it didn't respond, he walked off as if he had better things to do.
He's back to normal now, but poor cat. The little guy doesn't have object permanence, doesn't understand mirrors, jumps at his own shadow, can't even meow like a normal cat (usually it comes out more like a gargle), and is deathly afraid of one of the two people living in this apartment. It must be an exhausting existence. Even the way he sleeps looks painfully contorted, doesn't it?