Kamikaze Kitty

Tonight there were ducks on the roof of the building next to ours. I wanted a picture of this odd occurence. I slid open the screen door to our balcony, blocking the way of Pippin, the prototype for the saying "curiosity killed the cat." Pippin slipped by, spotted the ducks, and started to crawl under the railing of the balcony (THIRD FLOOR!!).

It was clear that he already had his plan of attack, and wasn't attending to the fact that he was treacherously 3 stories above the ground. Pippin fancies himself a super kitty, and probably thought he could span the 30 or so feet between our building and the next. I know this to be true because this same cat once found a hole in the window screen and jumped and/or fell 3 stories, and spent the entire night meowing on the window sill of our first floor neighbors. We woke up to find our kitty mysteriously missing, taking a few hours before we figured out the puzzle.

Back to the balcony. I grabbed Pippin's collar, which promptly broke off in my hand. I scruffed him, but Pippin, with his head and shoulders under the railing, was firmly grasping the blacony edge with his little declawed paws. With some help from my partner, we finally got him back inside, to many loud meowing protests.

Crazy cat...