Cat magic
My mum used to have a cat, which she found useful when she watched the Blue Peter thing about how cats always land on their feet. She dropped her cat out of the bedroom window on the 1st floor and was impressed to see it land on its feet. When it came back, two weeks later, she decided to try it again, this time holding it by its feet just to make doubly sure. It came back two weeks later, by which time she was suitably convinced that cats always land on their feet.

I used to live in a house with a couple of right druggies, their hysterical but oblivious landlady, and her pets, most notably two chinchillas. The other housemates used to let them out when she was away and they were high. For some reason one of them fed them a tiny bit of speed and chortled as the landlady was a tad hysterical when they bounced around the cage for three days like they were possessed, and slept for three days after that.

I'm currently the proud owner of my first cat, Cabaret. When we first got him, we were carrying him home in a pet carrier, past this copse which had a path on one side, a stream on another, houses on the third side, and impenetrable growth on the last side. Cabaret was none too happy and managed to escape the carrier, and bolted off into the woods. A hell of a search and 24 hours later, the original owners found him in the middle of a bramble bush that was about 20ft square and 10ft high, and so we finally managed to take him home. He caught his first bird the other day, more likely because it just fell into his mouth than anything else - he brought it in still tweeting. We were so proud.
(firemasque, Wed 13 Jun 2007, 14:48, Reply)