Crazy cat

Here’s a wild description of a crazy cat:

Imagine a feline tornado with fur—this cat is a chaotic blur of zoomies, unpredictable pounces, and manic energy. Its eyes are permanently dilated, glowing like twin headlights in the dark, always scanning for its next target: a dangling shoelace, an unsuspecting houseplant, or even its own tail. It moves at lightning speed, ricocheting off walls like a possessed pinball, only to stop mid-madness and stare at you with an unsettling, almost telepathic intensity. One second, it’s cuddling sweetly in your lap; the next, it’s launching an unprovoked attack on your fingers, biting with the enthusiasm of a tiny, fluffy vampire. No cup of water is safe, no roll of toilet paper unshredded. This cat doesn’t obey the laws of physics, let alone the laws of personal space. It is chaos incarnate, wrapped in a deceptively soft, purring package.

What kind of crazy cat are you imagining?