Catuor

The scouts

A cat playing itself in a one-animal quartet shouldn't work, but Klein commits so hard to the absurd premise that it becomes genuinely unsettling—the kind of experimental conceit that makes you question why nobody's tried it before.

This sits comfortably within the experimental animation tradition of the NFB—specifically that lineage of playful formal constraint that traces back through McLaren—though the singular gimmick never quite elevates into something formally necessary.

The real magic is the decision to treat the cat's self-accompaniment with absolute deadpan sincerity in the animation; there's no winking, which is what makes the surrealism land and transforms a one-liner into something weirdly hypnotic.