Shelley Winters has discovered climbing and there is no height in my apartment that she has not scaled. I came home yesterday to find her crying on top of the cabinets over my kitchen sink, which I presume she got to by a counter to microwave to cabinet route. Her favorite perches are the back of my desk chair (but only when I’m typing) and the tires of my bike, which do not seem very comfortable. This morning she was having one of her usual freak-out romps and managed to pull the cable box down onto her head, after which she required lengthy consoling. She is becoming both increasingly wacky and increasingly snuggly, insisting on sleeping on me, a habit which I must break.