Guess that didn't work out.
We have a clock that meows on the hour. It's supposed to have different (real) meows, but it seems to be stuck on just one at this point. At any rate, Phineas is the only cat in the house that when he hears the clock strike the hour (meow-meow-meow. meow-meow-meow) he often comes running and sits at the base of the clock, staring up at it fixedly.
"There's a cat stuck in there."
He doesn't do this every hour. It's somewhat hit or miss, depends on what he's doing at the time. But he did it again this afternoon. We grabbed the camera and I triggered the meows again and again until Miss E got the shots.
Ozzie asks "Whatcha doin'?" Note the scuzzy black line where cats have been rubbing their chins for several years now.
"There's a cat caught in that clock, see?"
"I don't get it."
"Nobody gets me."
It's lonely being Phineas sometimes. He lives in a world of one.
And no, we did not train him to do this stunt. All on his own.