Wow! One day we have the dainty kitten with the curled day and the very next, the big Bruiser with the laid-out, almost straight over the back tail. My Little Guy - beloved be his memory - used to do that: sit at the foot of the refrigerator, looking up, and then all of a sudden in one great leap alight atop it.

And Hurricane Floyd - yes, I was there, sort of. Having finished up a little show in Maine I headed off for another down in New Bedford, MA - travel advisories be damned - dodging broken branches scattered about the road. When I reached New Bedford, the whole town was closed down and my little show was canceled. So it is good to know that as I was experiencing this wind and buffeting, as my show that I had traveled all the way from Alaska to deliver was being shut down, not far away a scraggly cat was being blown, tumbled, flung about in the wind until finally a fortuitous gust dropped him on a certain porch, where he found love and home.

Good for you, Bruiser - tough guy. I encourage you to continue surprising your caretakers with new and ever more bizarre behaviour, for, indeed, in so doing you spice up their lives.