Ok, Cammy loves outside. She's always trying to run out the door. It's such a pain when she does too, because I can't leave her out there. I'd worry, so I have to catch her every time.
Well, last night, she got past me after I fed the outside kitties. I go put shoes on and by the time I get out there, she's on the roof of the building across from us. It's just one story. She got up there by climbing a tree that was close, but not that close, she was just in a hurry and didn't think about the distance. Getting down however, is another story.
She realizes when she's not hauling ass away from Meowmy, that tree is a lot further away. So she starts meowing pitifully. And following me back and forth. There's no way for me to get up there, and the tree is the only way she can get down. So I start trying to coax her to jump onto the tree by patting it and calling her. She keeps meowing pitifully, bouncing like she gonna try and make the jump. I think maybe if she doesn't see me down there, she would do it, like maybe she doesn't want to get caught. So I hide on the other side. No, she follows me, so obviously she's not gonna get down without me.
After fifteen minutes of calling her, and patting the tree and encouraging her to jump, and her little meows and bouncing, she finally makes it. Easily. But she hates trying to get down out of trees, so she starts going UP! We call her and she finally gets low enough that I can grab her. And after all that, she tries to get away.
Oh, my Cammy is a little brat all right. The good thing was, after all the she was tired and didn't wake us up at 4:30 in the morning. (Abbey did.)
Well, last night, she got past me after I fed the outside kitties. I go put shoes on and by the time I get out there, she's on the roof of the building across from us. It's just one story. She got up there by climbing a tree that was close, but not that close, she was just in a hurry and didn't think about the distance. Getting down however, is another story.
She realizes when she's not hauling ass away from Meowmy, that tree is a lot further away. So she starts meowing pitifully. And following me back and forth. There's no way for me to get up there, and the tree is the only way she can get down. So I start trying to coax her to jump onto the tree by patting it and calling her. She keeps meowing pitifully, bouncing like she gonna try and make the jump. I think maybe if she doesn't see me down there, she would do it, like maybe she doesn't want to get caught. So I hide on the other side. No, she follows me, so obviously she's not gonna get down without me.
After fifteen minutes of calling her, and patting the tree and encouraging her to jump, and her little meows and bouncing, she finally makes it. Easily. But she hates trying to get down out of trees, so she starts going UP! We call her and she finally gets low enough that I can grab her. And after all that, she tries to get away.
Oh, my Cammy is a little brat all right. The good thing was, after all the she was tired and didn't wake us up at 4:30 in the morning. (Abbey did.)
