Oh, hello. It’s me, Tumbler! I wanted to tell you about my ninja ways.
I know you must be thinking that a tumbly little cat with cerebellar hypoplasia can under no circumstances be a ninja, but you are mistaken. You see, I am very persistent and there is simply no stopping me once I make up my mind to do something.
My sister, Juice, is a very good ninja. She saunters into the living room like a lioness hunting her prey and then she leaps up onto the very top of Dad’s recliner chair in one fast, ninja motion. It impresses me every time. Especially because once she leaps all the way up there, she gets petted by Momma and Dad.
So I paid very close attention. And every time Juice-y was a ninja onto the top of the chair, I watched her. For days. For weeks. And I began to want to do it too. Concentrating on Juice as my master taught me the ways of the ninja.
Then one night, Dad was sitting in his chair. Momma was next to him in her chair. They were quietly watching TV. But I wanted a pettin’.
So I yelled my ninja yell which they had never heard before and I leaped as hard as I could onto the chair. I hit it very hard and only made it up the side and not onto the top. Dad screamed like a little girl because I was such a crazy ninja. And Momma laughed hysterically. There I was, right in Dad’s face, hanging by my claws, smiling over my ninja ways.
I was proud. I swung myself back and forth until I could hurl my tumbly body onto the top of the chair. And there I laid, like a stealthy ninja, just like Juice. And boy did I get a pettin’. I impressed everyone.
Nothing can stop me. If Juice can do it, I want to do it too.
Hiiiiiiyaa! Look out for my ninja moves. There may be a video.