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Still, we rewatchedCatsat home, alone, on a laptop, with no sing-alongs or hooting crowds.

And well say this:Catshits different when youve been quarantined for a week.
In isolation, youll catch more than a few disturbing moments that went unnoticed before.
For example:
Castle on a cloud?
Honey, there is acat skullon a cloud.
Adding to our list ofthings these cats are smaller than, somehow: a fish.
and another big neon sign that says WAKE UP AND DREAM!
This is the loading wheel on the MacBook they give you in Hell.
In whatever yearCatswas meant to take place, AF1s definitely didnt exist yet.
The line between which cats deserve shoes and which are saddled with homunculus feet only gets hairier asCatsgoes on.
Us, inviting you over to eat out of the toilet.
(Thats code for watchCats.)
The spooky graveyard scene inCatsis just a made-up holiday by the Dutch-angles industry to sell more Dutch angles.
Blink and youll miss it: When Jennyanydots scratches her cat-taint (purrineum?)
I didnt have to look that up.
That is a fact that lives in my brain, where other things like math should be.
Andthismust be a reference toFritz the Cat, right?
Imagine if Tom Hooper made Fantine yeet away on all fours after singing I Dreamed a Dream.
We should be outraged for J.Hud.
We should be taking to the streets.
We think hes fondling a tap shoe?
Old Deuteronomy with the handwashing hygiene PSA.
mlam mlam mlam myam
Where were you when you realized Mr. Mistoffeleess wand is a pencil?
Put your coat back on, sir, youre scaring the children.
Also, this is the last we see of the mice children, because … they die?
Not sure if we fully processed the flyingFantasiainstruments the first time around.
Bustopher Joness twinning boyfriend is known as simply the Maitre D, according to theCatsFandom Wiki.
He is a meek cat that follows Bustopher Jones around.
Here, they enjoy a celebratory shrimp because the wicked Macavity has been trapped on a roof or something.
Awful, just awful.
She is singing about potted grouse and salmon paste.
We dont know if these are types of old-timey cat food or just standard English cuisine.
The copious lip-smacking from Munkustrap and Mistoffelees is particularly repulsive.
Catsdont belong in balloons.