Anybody remember that sweet, quiet, timid solid white cat that came to live with me about six months ago? Well, apparently, the lovely Claire has an adventurous side. With the weather being warm I've been letting my crew on the second floor porch. My older girls have never tried to jump and Peter appears to have learned his lesson after last year.
I still keep a VERY close eye on him though. Last night I had the door open for just few minutes when I heard my neighbor next door calling my name frantically.
When I went to see what was wrong, he said, "The white one's going to jump." Sure enough, Claire had stepped through the railing and was standing on the edge of the gutter, poised to jump directly into a pine tree which is usually full of birds. I yelled "no" loud enough to scare her and she backed off. So, no more going out on the porch for Claire until I can rig some kind of sturdy screening around the railing. I should have been more careful about letting her out there.
When I went to see what was wrong, he said, "The white one's going to jump." Sure enough, Claire had stepped through the railing and was standing on the edge of the gutter, poised to jump directly into a pine tree which is usually full of birds. I yelled "no" loud enough to scare her and she backed off. So, no more going out on the porch for Claire until I can rig some kind of sturdy screening around the railing. I should have been more careful about letting her out there.