Lalalalala We’re Not Listening

A quarter of the world’s animals are going to die, the economy’s collapsing, oh woe is us; woe, woe and thrice woe. It’s all getting rather too apocalyptic for comfort. What to do? Panic? I don’t do panic. Gloom and depthless pessimism, yes, panic no, but what I’m best at is just shutting my eyes and pretending it’s not happening.

So this afternoon I’m hiding my head in YouTube and watching cute angry kittens and foxes on trampolines. Care to join me?

No! My cake! Angry kitten=cute. It’s an immutable physical law.

Foxes like to bounce? Really?

Yes really. So do cats:

and so do small yappy dogs and another cat and another yappy dog, but as Martin so rightly pointed out, anything done at double speed to Yakety Sax is funny.

Bonus clip: to end on a note of dramatic tension – will Kitty make it to safety before getting squatlicated by the window-cat?

The carrot doesn’t work. Try the stick.

Justin has an idea for what Gordon Brown could do to really rally the markets since bribing stock brokers with sweets hasn’t worked:

If the FTSE share index is not up by 200 points at 1pm, he will promise, five upmarket cars will be chosen at random from underground car parks in the City and fed into the mobile car crushers. At the same time, the artillery teams will reduce five randomly chosen houses in the broker belt to rubble.