Joe Kitty can sprawl his entire body over about 3 square feet of floor in
the kitchen, and not flinch as my 6 and 8 year old sons leap over from one
side to the other.  Not even a whisker twitch.

The other night, however, as he was in my lap and I was wearing shorts,
something blew off the wall and I now have a scar that looks like I was
attacked by a velociraptor.

sigh

This cat.

Last night, he decided he was going to attack Sweetie, who was curled up on
the couch, watching him.  I mean, clearly, out in the open watching him as
he crouched his fluffy 20lbs under the coffee table and wiggled his hind
end, and made all the right moves towards a pounce.  She looked totally
unconcerned.

"Joe, are you sure that's a good idea?" I asked him.

He continued wiggling, and then, he lunged forward and up to the couch...

... forgetting totally that he is taller than the coffee table so he clonked
himself pretty good in the back, never made it to the couch, and had to
endure Sweetie laughing at him as she could see the physics for herself and
never ever batted a whisker when he jumped at her.  Joe is not the most
renowned athlete in the house.

He proceeded to stalk off and wash himself.

This morning, he came zooming at me (hard to miss a huge cat charging in
your direction) and took a flying leap onto his cat condo, about 2.5X taller
than the couch, no problem.

Alrighty then.

TBird <---- both now sleeping on the bed