last night I came home and looking up at my house, saw my CatZilla
on the highest part of the roof, silhouetted atainst the night sky, looking like the King of the Roof top. He loves the roof. He climbs up on our big tree,
jumps on to the rooftop and spends the day terrorizing the squirrels. He can catch them and kill them from time to time.
Well Mr Big Shot saw me getting out of my car, and he headed for the edge of the roof and instantly turned into Pitiful Pete, "oh please get me down from this awful place, oh please I am such a scared little tiny cat, mew mew mew"
To which I said, "Cat, I did not get you up there and I know you can get down because you do it all the time, Not my fault" and I went in.
Later, I took out the trash and he was still up there and started in on the "poor kitten" routine ...silly cat. I pulled the car closer to the garage door thinking he might leap to freedom using the car as a mid point. But I do know he is quite good at climbing down the tree..but I went to bed.
I really enjoyed the pitiful show he put on, it made me laugh. He is so rough and tough until he sees me, what a ham.
Oh by the way, he was curled up on the sofa when I got up this morning.
and now he is sleeping in his cozy little bed on the floor by my chair.