I'm lucky to be alive. Half asleep this morning, walked into the bathroom, and POUNCE, a mountain lion jumps me. It had waited patiently on the top of the door for its prey to arrive - ie, ME. Luckily, after screaming and being knocked to the ground, my instincts kicked in and I fought hard with the beast. Even more luckily, I had not yet fed my cats, so they had an incentive to help me subdue it. So Cleo and Billy, the magical kitties that they are, took over the fight with the mountain lion as I huddled in a heap in the corner. They were able to use their magic to transform this vicious, hungry, heavy creature into a 5 inch long stuffed cuddly thing. Before the magic disappeared, they looked at me with an intense stare and said 'double rations'. I was so grateful, I ran downstairs and gave them each their own can of cat food, petting them in thanks, before tending to my wounds. I was a little late for work. What a morning... My husband needs to check his pack more carefully before bringing it into the house.