I listened to the birds chattering away; their voices were the perfect background to a lecture about pollination: birds and the bees.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw two cats at the pool. I saw some action. I heard some yowls and kicking.
My first thought was "Thank goodness McGonagall came along to check in on me and keep me sane, poor tomcat who doesn't know she's a cat of another colour." My second thought was "I wonder if Hooch is around." My third thought was "No, I bet Grubbly-Plank and Sprout would be around inspecting plants and animals...but who's to say McHooch wouldn't come along?"
Only my fourth thought was at all sensible:
I think, perhaps, the cats were paying more attention to the lecture than was strictly required; goodness knows they offered more of their ears than the students did.
That was the day my lecturer was upstaged by two shagging cats.