Like a house full of cats freaking out and running from the garage to under the couch to under the bed and back at a high rate of speed every time the neighbors set off a big boomer.
It's fucking hysterical to watch. Slinking around with their bellies on the ground.
A nervous cat is a good cat in my book, keeps them little fuckers out of mischief.
Heh heh heh.
Then we have Bitsy, the seventeen year old cat who just lays there like it happens every day. She's just a sweetheart.