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To: Dayuhan who wrote (13717)	10/20/1998 12:05:00 AM
From: jhild	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

When I was growing up we had Siamese cats for the most part that did perimeter control of rodents. However the trophies and problem catches were often brought to the back door. The tabbies several times returned with a live copperhead. Sort of a reversal of your catch a tiger by the tail. It said a lot for not having those pet doors. Whenever we heard the cat letting out a muffled cry from the garage door, we never knew what adventure lay on the other side. We also had for a fairly long and exciting interval a Burmese cat. Dark brown with yellow eyes and incredible energy. As an adolescent the cat was known to suddenly start chasing/be chased by the other cats and then run at full speed across our dinner table in mid-bite without touching a plate. Remarkably quick reflexes for such a crowded dinner table. On other occasions she was known to jump from the floor to the top of the valance over the window - a considerable height of at least seven feet - from crouched position. It was all the more impressive to this ten year old, because I couldn't reach it standing on a chair. I think it was her way of getting away from the other cats - those Siamese sluggos. We called her Wild Thing. Considerably before the song of the same title. She was very affectionate.