around 2:45 a.m. i heard a small ruckus at the far end of the apartment. it was followed by aretha’s signature mumble (which sounds like miss piggy’s throat clearing “humph!”). it was louder than usual, though. little did i know that it was intended to kick off a banzai charge. the patter of her feet of fury on the hard wood floors preceded a prounounced THUD as she slammed into my bed frame. silence. i turned on the light and called her name and she came to me immediately — no serious injuries, thank goodness. she is one spazztastick animal.