The WDC Olympics: a warmup contest

Day one from the Buxton Olympics

This morning I grabbed a lawn chair and sat outside near my open front door
to watch the sun come up. Bundled in a warm fuzzy robe with a mug of hot
coffee, I had a reserved front seat to the Buxton Olympics. The sky
was just lightening up, with a background of the moon and stars making for
a beautiful opening ceremony, bar none. To set the stage, I should tell you about Spock, the tall cedar tree about 12 feet from my front door entrance. This tree has many long limbs that curve down from the trunk then curve back upwards again; this provides a perfect jungle gym or parallel bars for the gymnastic portion of the agenda. There is also one extremely long branch that comes down from the tree and wraps around in front of the big living room window. Various sturdy trellises hold up the weight of this limb, and there are four bird feeders at the very end. Others have wind chimes hanging from them providing the background music for the feline Olympians.

Suddenly, an elongated shape darted out from the open door behind me to make
an awe-inspiring jump from ground to main limb. Flat out, ears back against
head and tail straight out behind for balance, the first feline entrant raced
up the limb, jumped to an adjoining limb in a graceful move that humans can
only dream about, and then disappeared into the upper reaches of the tree. For technical merit, I gave it a 9.8 and a 9.5 for artistry. At this point, the returning champion, 14-year-old Rumpus the Remarkable was in first place.

Who needs the Olympics?  (E) Written after Sydney Olympics; This time, B.C. or Buxton, which would you prefer seeing? #1022289 by J. A. Buxton