Flying Monkey

From the first when Frieda invited herself into the house she had a fascination for the rafters. She jumped onto the dining room table and made like she was going to leap. It took her five months to figure it out and led to furniture rearrangement for me. This is a tree cat. She made a five foot leap from a bookcase to the rafter She used a cabinet as a launching pad to get to the top of the nine foot bookcase. In the photo she was seriously considering leaping onto the fan blade, which was rotating.

We quickly learned she could get up and down from there on her own, this wasn't a one time deal. I had to move her launching pad. She was a real unhappy kitten. Now I have Gatto and he is a wild thing. After Frieda I said no more kittens. Then Gatto was freezing on the porch and somehow ended up inside. After he was neutered it sent the kitten signal through his body. He is a completely obtuse being, seems to have a general lack of understanding 'no'. It is fair to say he does not care that my other name is She Who Must Be Obeyed. Somehow I have become the chosen one for cats who live outside the box, except they are inside a box, my house. The spirits are laughing.