Photo Extra: The Return of Spider-cat (2012 edition)

In the summer of 2004, when we had only been valets to the kitten Catzilla Brothers for a couple of months, we had already determined that Whitey was the Spider-cat.   This title has been challenged by others, especially his brother, but never truly equaled.

Whitey doesn't do major jumps much these days.  But just as back in 2009 when a bedroom shelf called, sometimes he gets that look in his eye ... he chooses his destination ... he extends his spider-cat ki ... and he goes.   Up.

This past Saturday he got the look in his eye, when the top of the dining room hutch called to him.   In our five and a half years here, no cat had ever gotten up there before.    He gave on a clinic on how it's done.   Simply. Up.

Note that he didn't jump from the hutch shelf, he started on the window sill, which was a better angle but a full five feet of vertical.   I have no idea how he made the last scramble up, although the smooth upper side of the hutch has a cluster of pin prick holes which could be the tracks from all claw drive in piton mode.

Whitey After Leaping From the Window Sill (right)

He got an easy ride down.  I dragged over a six foot cat tower for the him to hop down into.

The Spider-cat has still got it.