So you must have noticed that I haven't posted in some time. That's because mommy grounded me. See I have been naughty. You all know that I love to sleep. Well, one of my favourite places to sleep is this window railing. This is my mommy's bedroom window and there are a lot of big green trees with pretty birds and squirrels outside.
Mommy doesn't like it when I sit here. She's always scared that I will slip and fall. She often shuts the window to prevent me from falling.
One night when she was fast asleep, I used my nails and paws to open the window a bit. I like the wind in my whiskers. I stayed up to watch a beautiful sunrise. Infact I even bit mommy's toes to wake her up, but the stubborn old woman doesn't wake up till her little black box starts beeping. She says it is called a phone alarm. When she didn't wake up after repeated toe chewing and even elbow biting, I went back to my favourite perch and slid the window open some more. Mommy hangs her clothes to dry outside this window. She uses pretty clips to hold the clothes so that they don't fly away when the wind is strong. I like playing with these clips, so I reached out to grab one. That's when I lost my balance and fell.
I felt like Alice, falling down the rabbit hole. First mommy's window disappeared, then another window appeared and disappeared and finally I landed on my pretty bums! I discovered I had landed on the awning of the drying area of the family that lived two floors below mommy's home. This was a curious and slightly spooky place. Nobody lives in the apartment under mommy's, so this area had not been cleaned in a century. There was a bird's nest, but it looked abandoned. Dry twigs were strewn around and there were two egg shells in the nest. I couldn't be sure if the little birdies had hatched out of them or if they had become some snake's breakfast before that could happen. A chill ran down my spine. I wanted mommy to hug me and kiss me. She does that whenever I have a bad dream and wake up scared and crying.
There was a ledge that prevented me from sliding down the awning onto the ground floor. I can kitty jump, but not high enough to climb onto this ledge. I realised I was trapped. Because, well, I couldn't climb down into the drying area of the people below me and nobody was going to open the window above me. And mommy's window was way up above me. So I decided to do what little baby kitties do best... cry! I cried and cried hoping mommy could hear me and come and rescue me. I was hungry, scared and tired. That's when I heard the familiar beeping of mommy's alarm. Damn! That thing can wake up the entire neighbourhood!
The first thing mommy does when she wakes up is hold me and plant a million little kisses on my head. She scratches my back and says, "Good morning Fletcher. Mumma loves you." So obviously when she couldn't find me and discovered the window slid open, she realized I had been a bad kitty. She looked out of the window and found me stuck on the awning. She kept saying, "Jump little kitty, jump" to encourage me to jump on to the ledge and jump down to the ground floor. But the ledge was just too high for me. She then tied a few bedsheets and even a pair of her trousers together and lowered them to me. I think she wanted me to grab it so she could pull me up. But I guess I was scared. So I started crying again. Then I got tired and fell asleep.
Mommy decided to find out who had the keys to the appartment under ours. But the building watchmen didn't know. Mommy ran from pillar to post to try and get the keys. She even opened the latch of the front door because it had not been padlocked. However, she couldn't open the door because it had been locked using a deadbolt and could only be opened with the right key. After four hours, mommy found the man who had the key and had the apartment opened. She climbed out of the window and onto the ledge. I don't know why I was so scared, but I felt like hiding and getting away from mommy. I was afraid she would scold me. I think I was also scared that if she held me, she would lose her balance and fall. But mommy grabbed my tail and pulled me to her. She then held me secure in her strong arms and climed back through the window.
Once safe in my kitty corner in our house, mommy gave me kitty food and water. She reminded me of my first fall from the living room window. It was just eight weeks old and couldn't resist jumping on the watchman sitting downstairs. This is the window of my first jump, I sleep here now-a-days:
She didn't scold me. She just playfully slapped my little bums and called me a 'silly cat'! But she is more careful about windows these days. She keeps them shut when I'm in the room. I'm no longer allowed in the bedroom, so I can't sleep on mommy's pillow or bite her when she is sleeping. She has made me a kitty bed with some soft old bedsheets and one of her old T-shirts. I like how the T-shirt has a mumma-mumma fragrance. When I sleep in the kitty bed and bite her T-shirt, I feel like mommy is with me, even if she is at work.
Mommy doesn't like it when I sit here. She's always scared that I will slip and fall. She often shuts the window to prevent me from falling.
One night when she was fast asleep, I used my nails and paws to open the window a bit. I like the wind in my whiskers. I stayed up to watch a beautiful sunrise. Infact I even bit mommy's toes to wake her up, but the stubborn old woman doesn't wake up till her little black box starts beeping. She says it is called a phone alarm. When she didn't wake up after repeated toe chewing and even elbow biting, I went back to my favourite perch and slid the window open some more. Mommy hangs her clothes to dry outside this window. She uses pretty clips to hold the clothes so that they don't fly away when the wind is strong. I like playing with these clips, so I reached out to grab one. That's when I lost my balance and fell.
I felt like Alice, falling down the rabbit hole. First mommy's window disappeared, then another window appeared and disappeared and finally I landed on my pretty bums! I discovered I had landed on the awning of the drying area of the family that lived two floors below mommy's home. This was a curious and slightly spooky place. Nobody lives in the apartment under mommy's, so this area had not been cleaned in a century. There was a bird's nest, but it looked abandoned. Dry twigs were strewn around and there were two egg shells in the nest. I couldn't be sure if the little birdies had hatched out of them or if they had become some snake's breakfast before that could happen. A chill ran down my spine. I wanted mommy to hug me and kiss me. She does that whenever I have a bad dream and wake up scared and crying.
There was a ledge that prevented me from sliding down the awning onto the ground floor. I can kitty jump, but not high enough to climb onto this ledge. I realised I was trapped. Because, well, I couldn't climb down into the drying area of the people below me and nobody was going to open the window above me. And mommy's window was way up above me. So I decided to do what little baby kitties do best... cry! I cried and cried hoping mommy could hear me and come and rescue me. I was hungry, scared and tired. That's when I heard the familiar beeping of mommy's alarm. Damn! That thing can wake up the entire neighbourhood!
The first thing mommy does when she wakes up is hold me and plant a million little kisses on my head. She scratches my back and says, "Good morning Fletcher. Mumma loves you." So obviously when she couldn't find me and discovered the window slid open, she realized I had been a bad kitty. She looked out of the window and found me stuck on the awning. She kept saying, "Jump little kitty, jump" to encourage me to jump on to the ledge and jump down to the ground floor. But the ledge was just too high for me. She then tied a few bedsheets and even a pair of her trousers together and lowered them to me. I think she wanted me to grab it so she could pull me up. But I guess I was scared. So I started crying again. Then I got tired and fell asleep.
Mommy decided to find out who had the keys to the appartment under ours. But the building watchmen didn't know. Mommy ran from pillar to post to try and get the keys. She even opened the latch of the front door because it had not been padlocked. However, she couldn't open the door because it had been locked using a deadbolt and could only be opened with the right key. After four hours, mommy found the man who had the key and had the apartment opened. She climbed out of the window and onto the ledge. I don't know why I was so scared, but I felt like hiding and getting away from mommy. I was afraid she would scold me. I think I was also scared that if she held me, she would lose her balance and fall. But mommy grabbed my tail and pulled me to her. She then held me secure in her strong arms and climed back through the window.
Once safe in my kitty corner in our house, mommy gave me kitty food and water. She reminded me of my first fall from the living room window. It was just eight weeks old and couldn't resist jumping on the watchman sitting downstairs. This is the window of my first jump, I sleep here now-a-days:
She didn't scold me. She just playfully slapped my little bums and called me a 'silly cat'! But she is more careful about windows these days. She keeps them shut when I'm in the room. I'm no longer allowed in the bedroom, so I can't sleep on mommy's pillow or bite her when she is sleeping. She has made me a kitty bed with some soft old bedsheets and one of her old T-shirts. I like how the T-shirt has a mumma-mumma fragrance. When I sleep in the kitty bed and bite her T-shirt, I feel like mommy is with me, even if she is at work.
