cats: way up high edition

[kellan_the_tabby]

[ The view up a paneled wall from below. There’s a loft, and an orange cat head peeking out, looking to the left. ]

There is a loft in the bedroom, & sometimes, this makes things a Little Exciting.

Loiosh is much less of an Up Cat than he used to be — though he won’t admit to it — but every once in a while he gets a wild hair & just has to go Up. Up is usually preceeded by a lot of Around The Surrounding Area Really Fast, which is kinda nice, because then I know when to look for him eight feet up a tree, waiting for a stack of fencers to get him back down. Yes, this HAS happened before.

Fortunately the loft has a nice human-climbable ladder.

Not that he needed help getting down THIS time. Not that he WANTED to get down at the time. He was in An Mood.

[ He’s gazing out over the expanse of the bedroom, ears and whiskers extremely forward. ]

OH HAI MOM

[ He’s staring straight down at the camera, eyes wide. ]

FURTHER MISCHIEF INCOMING

[ He’s caught in the process of ducking his head behind the loft railing, eyes still wide. ]

After which he leapt back down & galloped across the house, because: An Mood.

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Comments

[danabren]

In apparent sympathy as I read this entry, Bucky has The Zoomies. Lashing tail, splayed toes, racing in circles, peeping, dilated pupils, as loud as a herd of elephants (of course I have heard of elephants, sheesh), leaping towards and away from bits of grot on the floor, and basically being daft.

[kellan_the_tabby]

*cackling*

I love that shit. Least until they break something, or I get run over.