Maybe it's the feeling that's most important anyway. Peter tries to pay attention to when to flip, what it feels like to scoop the air the way he needs to in order to make it happen, and when to stretch out his feet and latch on.

This latest sequence is harder to make out. The image is vague, less well defined. He doesn't recognize the cat tree until they're upon it, but then there's the reassuring repetition, the ease of snagging the carpet.

He's still submerged in reverie when she asks him a question. Blinking and looking around, he eyes the cat tree with somewhat less trepidation than he might have. "Alright, I guess. It's different to do than to watch." But hey, he mastered sleight of hand -- what's a little aerial acrobatics?