CW needs no propellants. He needs valium, or horse tranquilizers.
SO do these cats. ANd brains-they need brains. Yesterday I opened the window from the kitchen to the sunroom so they could jump through it and get outside through the open sunroom doors. THey discovered they could run around the back deck, come in through the garage, slam through the kitty door, through the kitchen and take a flying leap through the window back to the sunroom, where they could start all over again.
THis morning when I came downstairs, it was freezing so I shut the window. I was making coffee when I heard thumpa, thumpa, swoosh, thumpa, thumpa, thumpa-pow. Silence. Tesh had attempted to fly through the closed window and was now lying on the floor like a stunned bird.
While I stood there, staring at him, wondering whether cats could get concussions, thumpa, thumpa, thumpa, swoosh, thumpa, thumpa, -pow. Myers went tearing by me, leaped smack into the closed window and fell to the floor next to Tesh. They both lay there a while and then staggered over to the window and looked at it, puzzled. |
