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| 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!
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Seems as though there might be a story, or at least a title somewhere in that photo.
Cat on a "something, something"...roof?
When we first moved into our present home, decades ago, we allowed our Maine Coon, DiDi, to go outside. She was a hyper cat, always darting all over the place. She wasted no time darting up the pine trees out back while chasing blue jays. The blue jays seemed to enjoy the game, but DiDi would climb just so far and then get scared and beg for help getting down. More than once I begged my poor husband, dressed in suit & tie for work, to get the ladder and rescue DiDi. After three consecutive morning rescues, my husband said no more and left for work without rescuing the cat. I stood at the bottom of the tree, looking up at DiDi, and something snapped in me. I got mad at the cat and hauled out the garden hose. I turned it on and aimed it at DiDi, and miracle of miracles, she ran down the tree! I scooped her up, took her inside, and told her she was henceforth a house cat. She lived to be 20.
I stalked a post from my town on social media recently in which a cat was sitting at the top of an extremely high telephone pole. Apparently the electric company refused to help after many calls, and firefighters or police couldn't do anything about it because of the wires. It was all very harrowing, but eventually I believe the electric company handled it. Couldn't stop refreshing until I saw that photo of the kitty being rescued!
Cats, man - what are you little guys thinking?
Tucker-with-an-F: great name!
Perhaps he was crying because all the birds that typically perch on the roof ridge had flown off? Or maybe he was serenading for a female companion. I can't believe he'd admit he's a scaredy-cat!
Remember the Steve Martin movie Roxanne? There was a hilarious scene about a cat caught in a tree: The rescue of Snowball.
This got my day started with a belly laugh! Keep the Tucker-With-An-F stories coming!
He's a cat! Why would he come when you call him? ;) I'm glad he saw the error of his ways though.
Kitty my coffee went all over the place with that one!!
Tucker with an F? I gotta ask.
Brenda
This cat just gets better and better. Count me a fan!
Merry Christmas, night!
Brenda, check out Hiatus 6.
I feel like Tucker-with-an-F will go down in history on this blog :) Glad he made it back to safety!
Hilarious...! "traverse death's canyon" HA!
Amazing how they like to be oh so independent, but then... Love this story as a start to my morning.
Tucker-with-an-F has spunk and a sense of humour, if not brains.
When we lived in a house with a flat roof, the neighbour's cat would routinely get himself stuck up there and expect my husband to climb up and rescue him. We don't do ladders any more--I never did--so I hope the current owners have the patience and agility to cope with their cat situation.
Wow. Great follow up story to the previous Tucker with an F. Love his adventures! (not to discredit Duchess of Yowl. She's in her own league!)
We have a cat who, when she was a kitten, climbed higher than I thought she could. My sister and I found her through her pitiful mewing, and tried to convince her to come down. We tried and tried and tried-- and she just stayed up there, mewing. Then all at once, she decided to try jumping. Oh my gosh! It worked!
(She is now, by choice, primarily a housecat.)
Poor little Tucker. No one takes him seriously!
Thanks for my laugh this morning. I'm sure Tucker was shocked to discover his minions had limits in their ability to serve, and yet, magnanimous as he was, he forgave you and allowed you to treat him.
I will admit that cats have made a sucker of me a time or two. I will not admit the last time it happened or when.
I laughed uproariously at Tucker-with-an-F's latest story. I'm sure there is a picture book in there, or at least a flash fiction story in that tale (tail?) I've had my share of waiting for cats at the bottom of tall trees, including once when it was snowy and icy and down into the single digit temps. My neighbor finally took pity on both of us, after Mr. W spent one night in the tree.
I never thought of turning the hose on a cat to persuade them to climb down, but I will keep that idea in my bag of tricks!
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