Looking back at my notes after watching Natalia Sledz’s one-woman (one-cat?) show PUSS PUSS, they read less like a review and more like the aftermath of a catnip-fuelled fever dream – Cats: The Musical on acid. With barely a word exchanged beyond meows, screeches and the occasional hiss, Sledz somehow makes every one of Puss Puss’ emotions, needs and desires completely legible. It’s physical comedy at its most feline: exaggerated, expressive and gloriously chaotic.
Playing in the aptly named Boom Boom Room at Erskineville Town Hall, PUSS PUSS invites its audience into the chaos from the very beginning. There’s no gradual easing into the character or the world; instead, Puss Puss makes her entrance by bursting through a cardboard box and straight into the audience. From there, the boundary between performer and spectator quickly begins to dissolve, with Sledz using the intimate space, and the audience within it, as part of the show’s comic playground.