I’ll admit that I love a good ol’ moon bounce. I’m sure that all of you parents have may have, at one point or another, had the opportunity to drag your child to one of those inflatable, bouncy contraptions. However, when I was growing up I always wanted a trampoline. Trampolines were always the ‘thing’ that the cool neighbors had, their kids would be hopping and flipping, spinning and cackling in air borne ecstacy.

Me? I got to throw around apples and pears that fell from the fruit trees behind my house. Ye. Ha.

Anyhow, even though I’ve grown older and I sometimes think that trampolines are an injury waiting to happen (especially with the thought my old, fragile bones trying to do anything more than lay down and take a nap on it) , I still can’t escape the joy that this apparatus brings to the users.

Wait a second! Is this a boxer or a “springer”?!

Well, we may as not limit this to dogs…

Didn’t I say this might wind up as some kind of ‘cat’-astrophe?