I heard this story sitting on the bench next to my house. Two grandparents talked, from wounds went on to interesting cases in life. This is what one of them said.
In our village there was a local airport: a ground field and a small house. Cucumbers arrived and departed (AN-2). Then it was easy to get by plane from one area of the region to another. A cat arrived at the airport. The pilots were fun guys, jokers. They took, smashed a small parachute from a piece of matter and took the cat in flight. They got up and dropped the cat. The cat landed successfully. The next time I repeated the same joke. Successfully again. But they were unable to repeat it again. Why is? Now the cat, as soon as the "maize" landed, climbed the maize with a socket showing the direction of the wind, and descended from there only after the "maize" flew. No means for the pilots to get him out of there was found. This is so. You say that cats have no brains.