When I was about six months pregnant with my second son, we were at my Mom's for the weekend. She asked me to help her fold some clothes, standing at the kitchen table. Now, I was raised in that house, and I KNEW the upstairs staircase was behind my back as we stood....but I never suspected a thing. At least not until my Mom's Siamese cats came barreling down the stairs about 70 miles an hour, climbed up my back, and down my tummy and just about made me go into labor. I screamed, I cried, I cussed....and all my Mom, bless her heart, could do was stand there and laugh after she saw I was really okay! We laughed about it for years...but I still do NOT like Siamese cats and won't have one in my home!