The whisky-whispering sound: the cat’s paw being repeatedly ushered off the touchpad by the cat’s personal servant.
The sudden scream: the cat registering displeasure at having said paw removed from said touchpad by trying to bite off the servant’s hand.
Yup. It’s getting cold outside, so every time I sit down, I end up with a feline draped across both arms. I reserve the right to blame any late posts, bizarre typos, or inexplicable non-sequitars on this fact.