The very last thing I would want to do is scare my cats.
They’re quite humorous enough with their daily antics.
Our black Maine Coon will sometimes be sitting quietly,
and the next second, he’s tearing through the house as
if his tail is on fire. He sleeps near the foot of my
bed, and he’s usually using my foot for a pillow. Or a
backrest. He’s a beautiful cat, and we can’t figure out
how he got relegated to a shelter. He’s sharp as a tack.