I'm not one to seek out parades...

...This morning, however, I made a concession to the parade I heard from my kitchen.  As the drum corps struck up a tune, I marched in time to the refrigerator, got out some juice, and drank it in 4/4 time.  I then marched over to my cat, Sylvia, who knows me well enough not to be puzzled by such quirky behavior.  She didn't start marching in time, but I suspect she would have if she hadn't been so sleepy.