There are cats of the species "tree cat". You know the kind: they love to climb trees and once they're up there, they start to whine. The cat's owner comes running, the policeman is called and arrives at the scene, the firemen drive up with their firetruck to extend its long ladder. Meanwhile a large crowd has gathered around the tree, staring up at the poor cute cat. My girl Brüni is one such. With a coat like bark and eyes as green as the leaves, she loves to climb trees like a madwoman! Then, she looks around with a quizzical look on her face that says, "Where the heck am I?!" She starts to whine and moan and caterwaul like the queen in a Shakespearean drama. I call up to her: "Oh, get over it! You found a way up, you can find your way down again!" I walk away and sure enough: Yowling after me, she digs her claws into the bark and slides down the trunk. Before I know it, she darts past meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..... Oops! Brüni just stepped on the keyyyyyyyboooooooaaard... she wantssssssssss to cudddddle....
Happy Caturday!
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