While smoking in the backyard, Grandma's cat, Miming, leapt onto the pile of blocks with steel rods on top. It didn't surprise me, she's not into rubbing her face around my legs. She's now at my eye level, stared at me and leaned her neck on a rod. I pressumed she's tired of her 7th life. Grandma insisted Miming's on her 7th life. It was really weird. A gloomy day it had been, dark clouds concealed the blue sky.