So there I was, practicing how to get around the room without touching the floor- us cats have got to be ready for times of flood you know- and what do I find? A human! And she is sitting in my landing zone. It is so hard to train these bipeds not to jump up on the furniture or eat from the table that I am just about ready to give up. Needless to say, after a few sharp meows my human mother was more than willing to yield the soft landing zone to me. Another victory for kitty kind.