On Wed 16 Feb 2005 10:41:04a, Kreisleriana wrote in
rec.pets.cats.anecdotes
):

The doorbell rings, and you have an absolute duty to get there
first. So you stand up (you're on the sofa, of course), take a
looooooooooong step from the sofa to the coffee table, hop from
the table to the hassock, step from the hassock to the arm
chair, hop to the bookshelf by the door. You now have the drop
on whomever or whatever is at the door.

Something smells yummy in the kitchen, and you must investigate.
You once again, stand up, take a looong step to the coffee
table, to the hassock, and here you change your route. You make
a nice leap to the piano bench, step onto the piano keyboard,
and walk along it (BONK BONK bing bong BONK BANG!!) to the
corner nearest the kitchen, where alas, you have to jump down
and actually walk on the floor.

If you are sleeping in your dining room chair, and you smell the
yummies, it goes like this. You stand up, stretch, get up on
the dining room table, LEAP about four feet (yahoo!) to the
kitchen counter, and walk around the kitchen counter to where
you can stick your nose into whatever Mommy is doing.

If you are looking out your favorite window, and you smell
yummies, it goes like this. You step to the radiator cover,
then step to Mommy's lap (she is sitting at her 'puter of
course), making sure your paws penetrate deeply into her flesh.
One Two Three Four. Step to her computer table, walk around
the monitor, go behind it, and access the kitchen counter from
there. Walk around the counter, to locate whatever is smelling
yummy.

You also get from the kitchen window to the dining room window
by reversing the above.

You must of course, avoid as much as possible, having your
beautiful little paws touch the dirty nasty floor.




Stinky, you are wise beyond your years. We are reading and
learning from your mad skillz. ^.^

--
Shamrock, also on behalf of Bonnie, Scarlett and Rhett