|Tucker with an F|
I am thoroughly enjoying the photos of everyone's four-legged companions during your blog hiatus, and I do hope your requested fulls are going well. I also wanted to give you an update on Tucker-with-an-F, who has again proven himself to be lacking in the most basic of survival instincts normally required to see one through to adulthood.TWAF decided, in all his feline wisdom, that climbing to the highest point on our house would be a grand way to survey his kingdom. He somehow got on the roof, clawed his way up the steep pitch and perched himself 2.5 stories up. He was pretty satisfied with himself. That is, he was pretty satisfied with himself until he looked down. Then he freaked out and started caterwauling and yowling from the edge of the precipice as if his life was ending. See attached photo.I climbed to a lower portion of the roof and shook his treat jar in an effort to get him to come to me (this is also where I took the photo). Nope, TWAF would have none of that. He stayed put and let the entire neighbourhood know how displeased he was with my suggestion that he traverse death's canyon over to me.My husband stood on the deck, and looked up at me and the cat. He finally helped me off the roof and reassured me TWAF would be fine. When I asked him how he could possibly know that, he replied, "Well, you've never seen a cat skeleton stuck up in a tree or on top of a telephone pole, have you?"He had a point.And two hours later, with one final wail, TWAF dropped to the deck and sauntered inside as if nothing had happened.Then the little bugger had the audacity to meow for his treat jar.Oh for cat's sake.Wishing you and yours a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.Sandra
It says nothing good about me that I am still laughing after reading this last night!