Oh you all know I think Ping is the most handsomest of cats. And look! I am flipping.
Actually this is my trick. My Dad, when he was just an Almost Dad taught me to flip when I was a tiny kitten. He taught me to stretch out when he held me on my back and then he would raise me almost upside down and then I would leap over and land on my feet.
Sometimes he flips me from very high, but Momma doesn’t like it because she is afraid it will hurt my toes.
I like it best when he has me bounce on the bed. I am the only cat that flips. Cheysuli won’t let him hold her (in fact she does not like to let him touch her) and Momma said Georgia was too old and didn’t need to learn to flip and now, well, she is confused about which way is up when she is just lying there now…