So, I'm in the washroom when Huck the cat come charging in, leaps onto the stepping-out-of-the-shower towel draped across the rim of the tub, slides on it and goes head-over-tail into the tub with a sold THUMP, spins around and races back out the door. We're finding the towel in the tub or on the floor regularly now; he think it's fun.
This is the same cat that raced in Friday morning while I was brushing my hair (a process involving a lot of exclamations of "Ow!" and stops to untie knots), did a non-Newtonian 180 in midair, bounced and vanished into the narrow space behind the door; when I turned to look, he was about a yard above the floor at the doorjamb and climbing rapidly.
I've had kittens and half-grown cats before but this one? I think Tam is showing him Special Forces and USMC videos all day and he's trying to emulate what he sees.
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