Not the strangest thing, but certainly the most recent.
Last night Pepper Mill and I were sitting on the couch, watching TV after MilliCal had gone to bed. Our oldest cat, Midnight usually takes advantage of this opportunity to crawl out of her den and perch atop our rather large Ottoman. I was rubbing one of Pepper Mill’s feet, and her slipper, my book, and a box of tissues were on the ottoman. I was also attempting to scratch Midnight. She accepted this with good grace for a few minutes, then had one of those kitty=psycho moments where she felt compelled to turn and attack my hand. She was doing it rather hard, and hissing at it. Hissing is roughly equivalent to using four-letter words, and Pepper Mill didn’t approve, so she took her free foot and kicked the underside of the ottoman sharply. This thoroughly disoriented Midnight, who had no idea where the aqttack had come from. Pepper Mill kicked again, and midnight let go and curled into “attack” position. Only there wasn’t anything to attack.
Her bewilderment was hilarious. We clearly weren’t responsible – we were all the way over on the couch, and the attack had come from beneath. The only other things on the ottoman were the slipper, the book, and the box of tissues. She attacked each of these in turn, very tentatively. Then she jumped off the ottoman.
What made it really funny is that Midnight is an extremely clever cat, as I’ve noted on this Board before. She’s not impressed by laser pointers – she followed the beam back to my hand and figured out pretty quickly that I was making that spot move, and refused to chase it. She knows that doorknobs have to be turned to open doors, and will climb up and tap on the knob if she wants to go out, or to get something from the closet. It was really strange to see her so thoroughly confused.