I came home the other day and I walked into the living-room, where I found my cat lying and staring at an orange, which was on the floor between his front paws. I said hello, because that's the civil thing to do, and he didn't even move an ear. He was completely absorbed by this orange.
So, feeling rather left out by the fun, I crept up next to him and asked him what the hell was so tripping about the fruit, and still he lay with it between his paws, apparently not giving a damn about his human friend.
I was tempted to discreetly prod the thing and gain his attention, because I was tired and fed up and desperately wanted to squeeze the poo