I'm doing a little bit of pissing about on the decks right now, getting some records ready for our gig in Porto on the weekend and - yes! - practising some mixing. This activity is something that one of the cats has a real problem with. I can't work out if he sees the turntables as an enemy stealing my focus away from him or what it is, but he often starts moaning the second I start playing, and then gets increasingly angry the longer I stay there. Today he didn't bother with any of that though, he just noticed that I had a load of records lined up to play around with, some on the right arm of the chair behind where I was standing and another pile on the other arm. Cat just walked up and deliberately knocked the whole pile off one arm on to the floor. That got my attention, I turned round to see what the noise was and, just as I was staring right at him, then he slowly and performatively walked around the chair (not just across it which would have been easier) and then knocked the other pile of records to the floor. And then just in case I hadn't got the hint he bit a lump out of a kind of flyer insert that fell out of one of them. And then satisfied that the message had been delivered he fucked off.