When I was a little girl, many years ago. We had a grey and white kitty named smokey. We lived in a very small house with the kitchen and living room combined. One evening my father fell asleep while watching a football game. He was in this old broken down recliner that almost touched the floor when it was extended back. Smokey had one of the episodes you were describing. He got all wild and was running through the house crazy. He jumped onto a kitchen chair, onto the table, then to the refridgerator, to the kitchen cabinet, and down to the floor. And as he zoomed past my father sleeping in the chair he took a very fast moment to smack my dad on the head in the middle of his bald spot. I still laugh so hard when I think about that. My dad came up so fast I thought he was gonna have an accident right in his pants. Smokey hid for about an hour. Both Smokey and my dad have since pasted away. But I remember it just like it happened yesterday.

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