Yesterday we were lying in bed talking. Small cat was dozing on Chad's belly. Chad was talking, and using his hands to emphasis a point when he hit the side table with his hand. What happened next was awesome. Small cat flew. Actually flew. From being asleep she was suddenly flying through the air, over me, across the bed till she landed, with a thud, in my still unpacked suitcase, which was a good four metres from where she started. It was a glorious sight. A black and white bullet, flying at speed through the air. All she needed was a cape and she could be a superhero. I think I might make her a cape. PS. I don't have a photo of her flying, but here is a photo of her chilling out and probably dreaming about flying and getting a cape.