Last night was Kitty's first night out in the new neighborhood.
She's ventured out a few times during the day, but not at night...until she snuck out last night while Andrew was taking something outside.
So we let her be.
Around midnight last night I heard a cat hiss and holler outside my window, so I woke up Andrew and we went out with a flashlight to see what trouble our little girl had gotten her self into.
Andrew found Kitty...in a tree, with the neighbor cat at the bottom, looking up.
In a tree!
So I grabbed a step stool, and Andrew attempted to get Kitty down...at which point the little stinker batted at his hands and climbed up higher!
Andrew growled, "Well, stay in the tree then!" and stalked back inside, considerably more grumpy than he had been earlier.
Kitty licked her paw, to show she didn't care.
As I looked up at Kitty, with her twitching tail and demurely raised paw, our eyes met -- and a certain feline understanding was conveyed to me...
She didn't want to come down. She felt powerful up there. Go back to bed, you're ruining the game.
Well, then.
Thus went Kitty's first night out. Somehow she managed to get out of that tree last night...and no wonder! I've never seen a cat skeleton in a tree.
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