"C'mon, Garfield," says Jon, hand wiggling, making the laser jitter across the floor, "go chase it; everyone knows cats love lasers!"

Garfield stays still, as unmoved as the Rock of Gibraltar, until Jon gives up and goes away, before eventually standing up, and meandering his way out of the bed.

'Bravo team cleared to go,' he thinks, and smirks to himself, 'looks like the sniper's lost track of our position.'