They're nimble, they're quick, but apparently they're not as smart as we once thought.
My cats each seem to need to figure out on their own, that treadmills have a tendency to shoot an unsuspecting feline across the room when the lady of the house is pounding away on the machine.
While otherwise fine, our boy cat's ego is probably a little damaged. Some good snuggling later ought to cure what ails him.
I, on the other hand, am elated :) I spent about 40 minutes sweating on my electric dust collector, and used a broad range of speeds and inclines to keep up to the beat of one of my old Cranberries albums. I saw my heart rate reach 163 at one point! The readout declared that I burned about 300 calories, which is about twice what I ate for breakfast, so I burned 140 calories of pure fat!!
My first goal is to see 190 on my scale by the end of September, and I am now at least a small fraction of the way there.