Well, while I was still hooman I would wax the kitchen floor REALLY good.
Then *poof* I'm a ferret.  I would take a running start (from the living
room), jump onto the floor and sliiiiiiiiide across.  Of course there is
a pillow waiting for me at the other end to help me stop.
 
Next I'd wardance across back over to the living room and do it all over
again.
 
Lisa and her fuzzbutts
[Posted in FML issue 3153]