Ah, Danger Katje … you are using up your nine lives awfully damned quick. My faithful readers will remember that the new kitten fell down the air conditioning vent a couple months ago. Well, last night, he managed to get into a bad spot yet again. No, he didn’t fall down the vent — he’s had a growth spurt and he is much too big for that now. No, last night, I found him wedged between the front door and the storm door, meowing at the top of his lungs. Silly Katje! He must have gotten between The Coach’s legs when he came home from work. Fortunately, our doors are all leaky, so it’s not like he was going to suffocate or anything like that.
Two lives down … and he’s only seven months old …
The cat I’m taking care of Meow’s incessantly. I was working in the garage last night and I had him outside with me, and he yowled the entire time, begging to be let back into the house.
He had been in the house for almost a week prior to this. I would have thought he’d enjoy the change of scenery.
*shrugs*