While I was making breakfast this morning, Monica was walking between my legs, rubbing with each pass, meowing every so often. (Precious!) As I made coffee over the sink with my back turned to her, she leapt and tried to paw claw her way towards my shoulders — like the first couple months of her youth — as if she were T-1000 chasing a police car in Terminator 2! I stifled a painful squeal and side stepped a couple feet to my left, and she ran away into the living room.