BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS

When the hotel room door opened, a fiqure towered overhead. It was, perhaps, the center for the New Vork Knicks greeting us, or better still, a huge, tawny cat who'd just been awakened from a long hibernation. The king of the jungle yawned, blinked his sleepy eyes and scanned the little bodies before him.

“Yeah, hi,” it grunted.