But still, there are several more lives to go, and he'd rather this one was not severed too early. So he will swing like a pendulum, commit his life to harmonic oscillation and cat-flexibility, the gift of spinal laxity and the power of long abdominals and dorsals.
And there he goes, gracefully stretching across the sky into split-second razor-edge safety. He assumes the laconic, nonchalant paw-grooming pose. And that is how he hangs.