Our kitten, aka The Evil Chloella, likes to hide and run out the door every time it opens. Last night at 10:30 she did this, we went out searching and came back in and closed the door and went to bed. And right to sleep, I might add. (so done with her)
This morning, My Man came in and said, “well…how much do you love me? Listen to this.”
He opened our bedroom window and I could hear a cat hollering and knew, of course, that it was The Evil One. Stuck in a tree. 20 feet up. And climbing.
(secretly I hoped she had spent the entire night there, not that it would stop her
from running out the door)
So, of course, I ran for the camera. Cuz this was gonna be good.
There was no way I was climbing up a ladder 20 feet to get The Evil One. Thankfully, I didn’t have to. Russell is saying, “Chloe, turn around so I can grab your scruff.”
The trusty ladder-holders…their ONE day to sleep in since…forever…
“Chloe! TURN AROUND!”
“We should still be in bed.”
That’s our shed below. Chloe is finally turning around.
He grabbed her and she CLUNG to him for dear life.
She got no sympathy from any of us.