Feline Induced Insanity

My cat, Colin, is an acrobat. I feel that I may be stifling his natural talents by keeping him locked up in a house with 10 foot ceilings. You see, last night he was chasing a fly, and he did a jump, from a standing position, and reached a height of 6 foot. He achieved this stunt with no great difficulty, which leads me to believe that he could in fact reach higher heights.

Perhaps I can make some money out of this...? I wonder how many people would pay to see a small, hypoallergenic cat jump extreme heights in the air. Is there an Animal Extreme Sports Olympics I could enter him into? Would that mean that he'd have to wear some kind of aerodynamic sports suit? Could I make it a pink one with diamante's studded on the back to spell out his initials? I can see it now... CFB in sparkly diamonds, glittering as he jumps up to retrieve the gold medal that he so rightly deserves...

So I would be the leader of his fan club, being his mother and all. And I could recruit people to be part of the fan club and I'd teach them the team song which I made up yesterday. It's to the tune of "Don't ya wish your girlfriend was hot like me..." by the Pussycat Dolls. Not that I like that song in particular, it's just that Colin likes it. Here are the words for you to learn; if you'd like to be part of the fan club you can start memorising them now, and I'll teach you the dance moves at a later date:

Don't ya wish your kitty was hot like me,
Don't ya wish your kitty was cute like me,
Don't ya.... Don't ya....

My mummy loves me,
It's easy to see,
And when I shake my tail she plants kisses all over me.
Sometimes I like to,
Wipe my bum on her bed,
But she still loves me cos I'm a cutey so she pats my head.

Don't ya wish your kitty was hot like me,
Don't ya wish your kitty was cute like me,
Don't ya... Don't ya...