Hell of a way to mess up a good pool shot.

Can you imagine, the room is quiet, the player and the table are all that is lit. He has his shot all lined-up and is priming the cue between his fingers. His left eye is closed, his right is partially closed as he focuses. He is ready to execute his plan.

The neurons in his brain send the signal to his back, shoulder and arm. Energy is sent to his hand and just as it is about to reach the cue … . .

Up pops Pocket Kitten!