Ozzy has created her own version of the Grand National.
She starts at my bed room window, jumps down to the ground, over the double bed in a single jump, (including bed side table), across the hall at full speed, jumps her scraching platform while taking a swipe at the toy hanging off it, jumps onto the coffee table, changes direction, jumps the sofa, onto the computer chair behind it, changes direction again and lands on the window sill in the living room, with the computer chair spinning, and me wondering what the
is going on.
She will do this back and forth untill I get up and close all the doors, even then she will still run into the doors thinking they are open.
If I am really lucky I am sitting on the sofa and I am used as a springboard.
