There are two scenes from Bruno Bozzett's Fantasia spoof Allegro Non Troppo that everyone seems to remember. The saddest one is the story of the derelict house and the cat. Even I cry when I watch that.

But you can find that one for yourselves. This is the funniest segment.

Italian eh? No wonder i couldn't find it at first...

So wierd! I tried looking for the one with the cat... Title please? There are quite a few on youtube, i can't find it.

Lets see if will power can over-rule water power

Whoops... no... forget that comment... i found it. The word "cat" is a kind of a give away

Poor putty cat nearly fell of the bar All we need now is a torch to shine at the wall and some bubbles...

Bit of a halucinating cat wouldn't you say?

Very sad, but no tears...

You heartless child!

Have you never shone a torch at the wall and watched the reaction? Although, it shouldn't really be done, animals can get paranoid

At least the cat is very hopefull*

Sorry, I don't get the part about shining the torch on the wall.

Do you have a pet?

If you shine a light at a wall, the white light causes the animal to chase after it. Very useful if you are trying to change the wallpaper but not so much if you have just re-decorated.

It also works with reflections and windows.

Paranoia is bad though

Nope, no pets. But the cats of the neighbourhood consider my backyard as theirs too, so I may get the chance to test this.

Same here, cats mostly roam our lawn when they're hungry... that's how we come to adopt stray animals. Apart from the occasional bird that decides to investigate our house...

We often have pidgens in our shed... that's before they realise they can't get out when the dog comes along

My mother once owned a cat that was the Jack The Ripper of the local pet life.
Anecdote 1: She was working in her garden one day, with Cassius (the feline) snoozing nearby. Then she noticed a couple of little girls standing on the footpath looking very unhappy. She went over to ask what was wrong and they told her, 'That's the cat who ate our guinea pigs.'
Anecdote 2: A friend's grandmother lived just around the corner. When he went around to visit her she'd complain about the awful black cat who was tucking into the goldfish in the pond out the back. 'Oh, he's lucky your grandfather's not here anymore. He would have shot him!'
Anecdote 3: The people directly behind us had a very large aviary and a large collection of birds. I saw Cassius coming over the back fence just on dinnertime one night, and I saw he had something in his mouth. When he was closer I realised it was a pair of little birdy feet and a few apricot coloured tail feathers. Just like Sylvester the cat.