Cats are from a whole other planet, I think. My cat was weaving between my feet and I kept tripping over him while I was picking beans the other day. He would lie right in my path, where I couldn't miss him. He's always lurking in the garden. It's like his own personal jungle and he is the king of it. He decided I had insulted him by only giving him a brief, dismissive petting then scooting him out of the way, so while I was bent over looking for pods, he leapt onto my back and sunk his claws in! Is it just me, or do orange tabbies just come with an extra measure of catitude?