I remember when I was celebrating my 10th birthday. My father was saying something about my having graduated to double-digits. I crumpled up a piece of wrapping paper and threw it onto the pile of ribbons, boxes, and paper that had accumulated beside the dining room table. Misty, being the feisty youngster, was occupying herself with a valourous battle against the ribbon monster.

The ball of wrapping paper just happened to come down right on her back. In her agitated state, she saw the light tap on the back as a sneak attack by some hidden minion of the ribbon, and proceeded to jump a good four feet into the air.

Her less-than-graceful landing was followed by a mad dash across the wooden floor, blazing a trail through the wrappings. As she got to the hall, an attempted left turn into the living room ended in failure as her extended claws couldn't grip the floor. Her run turned into a roll and then a slide, ending with a crash against the bathroom door.

I've never laughed so hard in my life.