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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Well, since kittens have two speeds: Sound Asleep and All Engines Ahead Flank...
Maybe an alternate name would be Pixel since he seems to walk through walls??
You should record some video of Huck's alternative gravity maneuverings and post it to I can haz a cheezburger.
Sigh... I believe one of our cats twitched an ear yesterday.
I guess there was the usual begging for food though. :)
Cut back on the Mexican Jumping Beans in his diet?
Special Forces, but not ours: Spetznaz!
Cooney used to run into a room, noisly stalk, attack and kill Nothing, and then noisily eat the nothing.
If you're a'gonna kill it, y'dassen't be too proud t'eat it, Og.
Besides, to the prepared mind, Nothing is a threat! ;)
Had a room that was sound deadened by covering the walls and floor with loop carpeting like you use in cars.
One of my cats would charge into the room at just under Mach 1, across the floor, up the wall, track around a framed picture like an autocrosser around a cone on a Solo 1 course, down the wall and out of the room all to the sound of a zipperless closure being pulled apart.
The Cats name? Why Velcro of course.
"Cut back on the Mexican Jumping Beans in his diet?"
The last thing young Huck needs in his diet is beans.
We'll just leave it at that.
It doesn't stop. Frankie is almost two and he hasn't slowed down a bit.
As Comrade Misfit suggests, he apparently has only two stops on his engine room telegraph.
And as Tam alludes, the last thing he needs is beans. He's already got a gas jet as it is. (I'm convinced he's half skunk.)
Back when our Tigger came through a room at blur-speed using the walls for banked turns, kitty-levitation-power, and his patented all-claw-drive all-the-time, it was usually because he was chasing a fly. We called him our self-propelled fly-swatter.
"...did a non-Newtonian 180 in midair, ..."
Yes, Mewtonian physics bears relatively little resemblance to the physics followed by mundane objects.
There's maybe some Siamese in him? A neighbor of mine had a trio of Siamese that would welcome him home by taking a run through the hallway and ricocheting off the walls from side-to-side at head level. A bit disconcerting the first time you encountered it.
He must be related to my Esme--she thinks she's Reinhold Messner. As I brush my teeth in the morning, I feel a gentle tug on my leg, then before I know it, I have a kitten perched on my shoulder (& a lot of new lacerations on my back & side).
Seems more like Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan to me, what with the levitating, and 1000g accelerations, and all.
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