Boo! is turning out to be a much bigger handful than Dash. As a matter of fact, having her here has really calmed him down. He did get himself into a bit of a pickle yesterday, though. By "pickle" I mean near death experience.
Because Boo! figured out how to get into the Christmas wreath hanging on the wall, we decided to hang it where she can't possibly reach - the front entry window. Now, my six foot two hubby needed a pretty tall ladder to hang it, so I'm guessing it's about ten feet up there, at least. While we were waiting for the hook to set on the window, he left the ladder. I was busy on the computer and heard an odd sound. Sort of a shuffling, followed by plinking. I went to investigate.
There, way up on the ledge, was Dash. He had climbed the ladder all the way up to the top. While up there, he also found the coins we place there every New Year's. It's a family tradition of unknown origin. It's like the story of the lady cutting off the ends of ham before baking it. She said her mother always did it. Turns out the mother's pan was too small - not a secret family recipe.
I'm guessing the coins on the window sill had more to do with my grandfather keeping a ready stash of coins for the streetcar rather than some good luck ritual. Anyway, Dash found them and the plinking sound I heard was him shooting them off the ledge like he was at a driving range.
When he got bored and wanted to come down, he had a problem. Getting up there was the easy part. I video taped him as he tried to figure out how to come down without hurting himself or his pride. Seconds after I stopped taping, and was about to rescue him, he took two steps down then jumped the rest of the way. Boo! was watching him the whole time. We took the ladder away before she had a chance to try it herself.
Speaking of near death experiences - Andy is convinced he is going to die by cat. The other night we were in the kitchen and I had my back turned as he went to get something out of the fridge. He let out a cross between a man scream and a yelp and I thought he was a goner. To make matters worse, when I spun around he was clutching the front of his shirt like he had chest pains! I asked him if I should call 9-1-1 as he was letting out a string of expletives. Then he calmed down and explained what happened.
When he opened the refrigerator door, Boo! fell through the air, landed on his chest and dug her claws into him before jumping to the floor. She had either been standing on top of the fridge or on the ledge and he either knocked her off balance or she chose that moment to disembark by landing on him. We'll never know. But I can assure you, he will look up before opening the fridge from now on.
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