Entry on behalf of my dear departed cat, Jean-Marie. We had just moved into a new house, and kitty brough home a rabbit. The rabbit played dead. When Jean-Marie loosened his grip, the rabbit ran onto the newly polished wood floors and a large open floor plan. The turning and skidding throughout the house looked just like a Tom and Jerry cartoon, they are more realistic than you’d think. After five minutes of this I opened the front door and let the bunny go out to freedom. Jean-Marie was never a good finisher. He sulked for a while, and the bunny had a story to tell to Flopsie and her litter.
Growing up with a pair of cats in a house with a long axis, carpeted 3/4 of its length, vinyl in the kitchen; the cats would chase each other from one end to the other a dozen or so times when young, maybe twice in succession as seniors. They would get a good running start on the carpets and hit the kitchen floor, reverse the direction they were facing and start running the other way while still sliding on the vinyl in the original direction; they would briefly run in place — very cartoony — before gaining traction and heading back toward the bedrooms.
Thanks for the memory :)