Well, this morning Kitty escaped into the attic. Have you ever tried to get a highly dexterous cat back inside from a new and exciting environment while trying not to overstep the frail beams of wood keeping you from plummeting to the earth? Its fun, but I don't suggest anyone try it. She slinked her way through the beams, sniffing her way along the various intrigues that only cats seem to enjoy. Who really wants to rub and sniff an old cardboard box, anyway?
Despite our efforts, Kitty got really adventurous and jumped up to the second tier of the attic, where I have the distinct impression no human has ever tread. There's a good bit of unexplored space up there, and both we and Kitty had no idea where she was. When Kitty had explored to her heart's content, and realized that she wanted to come back down - she realized the problem - she was really too scared to make the return leap back to the lower attic. Cajoling Kitty back down with all the treats and beseeching we could muster took much longer than we had hoped. Sooo, we spent a good ten minutes playing the coaching game that one often sees in insurance commercials. You know, the ones where the dad is at the bottom of the dock, coaching the little'un to make the leap into the lake? And then the perfect rich voice jumps in and says, "what would happen if you weren't there"... and I always think that the kid would probably survive that leap somehow. Yeah you know those commercials...
Kitty must have come to the following conclusion - if she didn't jump she wouldn't eat. And our little foodie would have nothing of it. So off she jumped, not into our outstretched arms, but rather into some random box of old cooking pans which rang with an unfortunate clang. So we grabbed her and took off for safe ground, only to realize, once we exited and got back to some light, that Kitty had decided to imbed in her medium-hair self half of the fiberglass insulation of the attic. So our next half-hour saw us threading bits of fiberglass out of Kitty's hair so she wouldn't lick the remnants and send us back to the Kitty hospital. We carefully detached Kitty from all the fiberglass insulation we could, trying not to notice that she looked really cute in the hot pink.
It then got much better for her later in the day. She got the chance to run at an area squirrel.
