Ever had your cat do the running-long-jump thing onto the table, not realize that the tablecloth is not secured, and skid directly into a big pile of cat-and-tablecloth on the floor at the other end?
I have.
You made me spit my coke out, now I have to wonder if the propane comapny will think I am a slob for having a dirty bill.
I believe I misinterpreted your first post. I thought it was made only to garner negative comments. It appears I was mistaken and I apologize.
Now, can we have some more cute kitty stories? Being allergic to cats, I need to experience cat ownership through the SDMB members.
And it’s perfectly true that the true grace part is the aloofness after the disaster. My roommate’s cat pulls a stunt like that and she immediately walks away with this perfectly serene “I meant to do that” expression on her face. (My cat, being part dog, tends to sit there looking goofily astonished at himself for awhile. “Gravity!”)
In our old house, the cats had access to the living room and thus to the stereo speakers. On a regular basis, Bill the Cat would fall off one of the speakers - then stroll away with the “I meant to do that” expression. We came to refer to it as “checking to see if we paid the gravity bill”.
Thud! Yep, gravity’s still working!
My cat’s breath smells like cat food.
Mwahahaa!
Oh dear. Yes, cats do funny things.
When you have several cats chasing each other up and down the halls in the middle of the night, the term “thundering herd” is more appropriate than “little cat feet”.
Oh, I’ve got a real story, though it’s hearsay.
Friend’s got a cat and hardwood floors. Well, the cat harasses the dogs, and takes off down the hallway. And always
1)either forgets that the hardwood floors tell the dogs exactly where she is
2) or forgets about the rug. You know, the one where she runs on madly and it bunches up underneath her, finally to shoot out behind her and have her slide across the floor on her butt, yowling the whole time?
No, the proper term is “a thundering herd of little cat feet”.
Ah, such a unique sound!–irritating and cute , all at the same time.
Bonus points if you sleep with the bedroom door open, and the cats use your stomach as a springboard to reverse their trajectory and go flying back up the hallway.
BWAHAHAHA…I can totally picture that. Plus your awakening and OOF!
What I want to know is how cats can selectively increase their mass. Our cat weighs 6-1/2 pounds. And yet she can leap on you with a force of at least two tons. It’s quite astonishing. All I can figure is that she’s able to manipulate matter at a subatomic level.
My cat (age 1) has learned that he can climb up different things by jumping up to the point where his front paws hit — where he can lift the rest of his body up to where he wants to be (like the top of my bookshelves, kitchen cupboards, etc!
Cut to yesterday, there’s the ironing board in the living room. He jumps up, front two paws hit the top of the board, but immediately it starts to tip over. I watch, as the board falls over in slow motion with kitty hanging on with his two front paws. Terrified to move, he lands on his back with the ironing board slamming into his chest.
Freaked me out for a second, but he was fine. 
Not only that, but after dark they unscrew their paws and replace them with wooden piano legs to walk on you with.
I knew it! I knew it! Now I just need to find where my cat George stashes them.
Incidentally, George was named after George of the Jungle for the unusual frequency that he would run into walls back when he was a kitten.
Our apartment: leads to a porch, sperated by sliding glass dorrs, open slightly ot allow for cat-passage.
Goldie chasing Jelly. Jelly tears throught the living run, heading for the porch. Chooses the wrong side of the open dor, banging his face into the glass. Hard
Goldie, surprised at Jelly’s sudden stoppage, slams into Jelly’s butt face-first.
Force of Goldie’s head/butt contact bangs Jelly’s face into the glass for a second time.
Three seconds later: Jelly chasing Goldie through the apartment …
Jeepers, I can’t spell “door” today!
One of our largest cats (we have six), Piper Grace, is probably the most graceful, dainty and elegant of all of them. She’s a big, waddling thing, but somehow she manages to eat very slowly and ladylike, she jumps over the babygates (to keep the dog out of the upstairs and the laundry room) with nary a sound, and manages always to be very dignified. Except for the fact that she waddles instead of walking.
Then, the second smallest cat, Noel, the one you’d THINK would be very graceful by looking at her, has all the grace of an elephant on a bender. She clomps down the steps at high speed, lands crooked when jumping, makes enough noise for twenty cats, and bullies everyone around her.
That’s okay, it wasn’t a door anyway. It was ajar.