He flew through the air with the greatest of ease, except...

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Ahh, it's Monday morning. I don't really like Mondays, and it wouldn't break my heart if they were outlawed. But this Monday started out sooo funny. It's nine a.m. and I was woken to the sound of thundering paws, I thought to myself for the ten thousandth time "How can cats walk so quietly and yet sound like a herd of rampaging elephants when they run?" I rose up to see what the cats were doing, just in time to see a white streak come sailing through the bedroom door and give a wonderfully graceful leap into the air, aimed at the cat perch in front of my window. The perch is about four feet tall and is about 24 inches wide so it's easy to land on, plus I have a rubber backed bath mat on top so they don't skid off when they jump on the perch...this morning the mat didn't matter. The white streak was sailing through the air, oh so gracefully with the muscles well defined under the sleek frame of Khuay. It was a pleasure to see my little athlete in action, until...OOPS, he was short of his mark by a foot. All signs of the grace in motion disappeared and all four legs stuck out as gravity kicked in and he hurtled back to the floor. Of course I was insensitive enough to laugh, and Khuay took instant offense and thundered out of the room at a full gallop. Suddenly the house resounded with the sound of thundering paws; again there was a white streak flying through the doorway to my bedroom...again the graceful athletic leap of a ballet dancer, muscles rippling under the white and red fur. Gravity was being defied again as the leap was aimed at the towering perch, and yet again the leap was short and gravity kicked in. Again the insensitive boob sitting in bed was laughing like an idiot. Khuay landed with a thud, and upon hearing my laughter marched out of the room, tail straight up in the air in an angry exclamation point, muttering dark things about his owner who was still in bed laughing at his antics.