So, there’s this egg.

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And we have to do something with it. And I thought of about a billion things to do with it that would all take hours and hours of planning and preparation and work and then I thought, what the hell? It’s an egg, it doesn’t deserve that much attention. So I took it to my parents house the first weekend I went home to see what my cats thought about the whole thing. My personal tag line states:

Everything I do is the internet, and as everyone knows the internet is made of cats; therefore everything I do is cats

or TL;DR

Everything I do is Cats

That being said I thought “why reinvent the wheel?” if everything I do is cats, why can’t this egg be cats too? Now I won’t start on how ridiculous that last statement may seem to you if you don’t comprehend that “cats” in itself is a concept, instead I’ll just say shut-up and see what my cats did to this egg. [Spoiler alert: not a lot].

I discussed this project with my cats seriously before I started shooting. I laid down next to each one and looked them in the eyes and said,

“Look, I have this stupid egg here and I have to do something with it, but you know what? It’s an egg and I’m not interested in it because I can’t eat it, so why don’t you give it a go, eh? Just bat it around a little; play with it; bump it up against some walls; I don’t really care. Just make it nice and razzle-dazzle for the camera, OK? Maybe we’ll even get you on that LOLcats site you like so much, hmm? That’s front page material right there: Eggcats!”

Well, I don’t think that did much by way of exciting them to do anything with the egg, but it sure freaked ’em out. At any rate, I then went around producing the egg to each cat and taking photos of their reactions. Being cats in front of cameras, they weren’t really amused by the whole thing and mostly proceeded to avoid myself and the egg for the remainder of the experiment. I archived the photos on my PC and proceeded to be extremely nonplussed about the whole affair for about a week. Then I got the flu and I was really, really nonplussed about it. Then I took a lot of cold meds and felt magically better (alive, awake, alert, enthusiastic! ♫) and animated this in Flash because…cold meds!

This short, 15 second animation which took me almost the entire length of the FX presentation of Iron Man (yes, with adverts that are ten times louder than the actual movie) dispersed with moments of sneezing, coughing and refilling a glass of cool, refreshing Dr. Pepper (thank you Alica ♥) was probably the most fun I have had in Flash in a long, long time. My reasoning behind doing a 15 second animation?

“I’m too lazy to draw comics, lets make an animation instead”. Sure, why the hell not, over-medicated self? Why the hell not?

Only one of my cats*, Boo (his tag reads: Beware!) is not featured in the animation because he actually lowered himself to my level and humoured me by playing with the egg the day I shot the original photographs. Of course there was about 8 minutes of nothing happening first, but then he finally did something; oh, and he was perfect.

You can’t script that!

Just a few short seconds of“oh my stars, my cat did what I wanted him to” perfection.

Following that, the egg was thrown away because honestly, no one wanted it.

*our fifth cat, Fiona, is a rescued Persian who has serious problems breathing, smelling and tasting. I figured that taunting her with an egg would be rather distasteful and she would probably go and pee on my bed or something.

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About kvweber

I'm a student focusing on Digital Storytelling and Game Design. I like cats, cubes and the internet. My favourite colour is turquoise and I like to eat gummibears.

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