Well, this isn't one of my cats, but I can't get a camera quick enough to capture Kashi leaping across my desk onto Roxlander's giant box of eBay-able vinyl. Or as the tourists in Virgin might say, "Vehhneeel."
Yes, she's inspired, most likely by the gymnastic coverage that's been on. I'm addicted to beam and bars, as I was when I was a gymnast all those years ago (1981-83.) Damn growth spurt ruined my hands, wrists and ankles. I went back to skating and stuck to dance. Doing three all at once was pretty suicidal, now that I think of it. But there is that "flying" element. Sooo addictive.
Kashi's been sitting by the tv and watching, occasionally tapping, as the gymnasts go by. Men's high bar was fun to watch--she stood on hind legs and tapped the screen as they flew. This cat cracks me up.
No surprise that I saw her leap three feet across the room to get to the top of the box. A giant BOOM and there she is. It's only a matter of time before the boxes cave in underneath the weight of her massive girth, but it's funny!
Let's see if the lunar eclipse affects her snoozing tomorrow night--the window peeks a bit of light right near the top box. She looks like a meatloaf with a tail.
LMAO!
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