So, Sweetie cat is a delicate gentile 8.5 lbs of orange puddy.
Joe Kitty is 18.9 lbs of cloddy galumping orange fluff who high centers
himself walking across our laps.

We keep our bedroom door just slightly ajar now, so the cats can come and go
during the night and we have some semblance of privacy.

This morning, Joe Kitty was in our Jacuzzi tub (AKA Kitty Playpen) looking
totally psychotic.  Sweetie was sitting demurely in the tiny space of the
doorway, waiting for us to go downstairs and feed her.  Joe Kitty shoots out
of the tub, starts ripping around the room in a blur of oversized fluff,
trying to get under the dresser and failing and then attempting to leap
through the small door space over Sweeties head and into the hall.

He missed.

The front paws cleared Sweetie, but the belly did not, catching her head and
body and pulling her along in a tumbling tumbleweed of orange furry
cloddiness that landed with a thump against the railing to the stairs.

Took me five minutes to stop laughing and relay the story to my Honey....

TBird <---- still giggling