Louie loves that flight plan also.  

So, is Amelia a good pilot?  Or have all of your knick-knacks been
glued back together at least once like ours?

-bonbon

Clifford (RB) gained steadily in intelligence and wisdom to be one of
the brightest cats I've ever known, but he started from a fairly low
point. I should have understood his tendency to mimic when I learned
that once weaned, he socialized with the puppies on the farm where he
was born, and seemed to believe he was a Brittany Spaniel.

When he first saw moths, he was fascinated. When the moth was flying
over the floor, Clifford would redeem his general incompetence as a
mouser by being an excellent...ahem...mother. He could leap and snag a
moth on the wing, five feet in the air.

Unfortunately, when he saw a moth fly over the stairwell, he apparently
concluded "Moth can fly. Clifford should be able to fly."  He'd then
stretch out in midair, clearly expecting to sprout wings -- and then get
a shocked expression as gravity set in.

It also took him a while to learn that squirrels were more adept in, and
among trees, than he was.  This took several embarrassing episodes of
jumping out upper-story windows in hot pursuit.