Growing up we had quite a few cats. Wildfire was one cantancurous old alley cat adopted from Grandma's ranch. He did all sorts of crazy stuff from leaning out from a kitchen stool and biting my Mom in the butt, to a fullspeed jump on the counter, grabbing a pork chop in mid flight, clearing the other side of the counter and flying out the open sliding glass door, up and over the fence, pork chop still in tow! Loved that cat!:D