An Amur Tiger Stalking the Snowy Streets of a Suburb of Vladivostok...

I walk around in a Diver's Cage of the first movement of K. 563, daring "her" to attack me--and she does, jumping clean over the first four notes unison, and landing with all four paws on the D in the third measure, kicking the hell with her hind feet out of the scale passages in the next several measures, while I kootchie-kootch the incredible softness of the fur at the base of her throat, just to tease her.