of cats and insanity

So this morning, the cat played her usual trick of caterwauling until I let her in. I thought perhaps I was safe - the window-clambering trick was a one-off. I gave her breakfast, and when it was time for work I took her out with me. She wasn't best pleased about that, but I told her it was tough. She couldn't stay in the house all day without me there.

So, after work, I came home. Opened the door, and there was the cat - curled up on the back of my armchair having let herself in while I was out. Great. I really will never be rid of her. I can't leave the window closed all day - the house would be totally airless when I got home.

I opened the back door. She's been in and out a few times ever since, in between nesting on my lap. And now? Right now she's actually lying draped in the open window, on a ledge about an inch wide more than five feet off the ground, watching the world go by. Honestly!

of cats and insanity

So this morning, the cat played her usual trick of caterwauling until I let her in. I thought perhaps I was safe - the window-clambering trick was a one-off. I gave her breakfast, and when it was time for work I took her out with me. She wasn't best pleased about that, but I told her it was tough. She couldn't stay in the house all day without me there.

So, after work, I came home. Opened the door, and there was the cat - curled up on the back of my armchair having let herself in while I was out. Great. I really will never be rid of her. I can't leave the window closed all day - the house would be totally airless when I got home.

I opened the back door. She's been in and out a few times ever since, in between nesting on my lap. And now? Right now she's actually lying draped in the open window, on a ledge about an inch wide more than five feet off the ground, watching the world go by. Honestly!