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One of my cats got trapped in the loft. :D
We spent hours looking for her, tapping her food bowl constantly. When she didn't turn up despite the offering of food, we were worried.
In the end we gave up, and my Dad went up to the loft to get a few extra Christmas decorations down. He opened it, climbed the ladder and popped his head up. Greeting him was a terrified cat who doesn't really like him anyway, so instead of letting him bring her down she ran off.
We put some food at the bottom of the ladder, and I watched intensely as she tried to work out how to climb down. She timidly made her way onto the top step, and all she had to do was repeat the process. Instead, she put her front feet too far forward, and completely missed the next one.
She ended up bouncing off the side of the ladder, before landing gracefully on the floor and begun eating the tuna before I could get to it.
Cats rule. {:)
We spent hours looking for her, tapping her food bowl constantly. When she didn't turn up despite the offering of food, we were worried.
In the end we gave up, and my Dad went up to the loft to get a few extra Christmas decorations down. He opened it, climbed the ladder and popped his head up. Greeting him was a terrified cat who doesn't really like him anyway, so instead of letting him bring her down she ran off.
We put some food at the bottom of the ladder, and I watched intensely as she tried to work out how to climb down. She timidly made her way onto the top step, and all she had to do was repeat the process. Instead, she put her front feet too far forward, and completely missed the next one.
She ended up bouncing off the side of the ladder, before landing gracefully on the floor and begun eating the tuna before I could get to it.
Cats rule. {:)
Cats do rule. I prefer my dad :)
SHEEPY wrote:
> I'm sorry too Ant
>
> Have some cake
"Ahh go on. It's got cocaine in it!"
:D
> I'm sorry too Ant
>
> Have some cake
"Ahh go on. It's got cocaine in it!"
:D
I'm sorry too Ant
Have some cake
Have some cake
SHEEPY wrote:
> You need to ask yourself how your cats keep getting locked in places
> :D
Indeed. :D
Sorry for having a go earlier Sheepster, I went a little bit crazy. {:)
> You need to ask yourself how your cats keep getting locked in places
> :D
Indeed. :D
Sorry for having a go earlier Sheepster, I went a little bit crazy. {:)
You need to ask yourself how your cats keep getting locked in places :D
SHEEPY wrote:
> You're lucky it never died
It was only in there a couple of hours. {:)
Our old cat died at the age of 19...which is pretty damn old, so I guess we were lucky with her too. She was trapped in a shed for a couple of days, apparently.
> You're lucky it never died
It was only in there a couple of hours. {:)
Our old cat died at the age of 19...which is pretty damn old, so I guess we were lucky with her too. She was trapped in a shed for a couple of days, apparently.
You're lucky it never died
Money man? Eurgh.
Monkey Man. Obviously.
Monkey Man. Obviously.
One of my cats got trapped in the loft. :D
We spent hours looking for her, tapping her food bowl constantly. When she didn't turn up despite the offering of food, we were worried.
In the end we gave up, and my Dad went up to the loft to get a few extra Christmas decorations down. He opened it, climbed the ladder and popped his head up. Greeting him was a terrified cat who doesn't really like him anyway, so instead of letting him bring her down she ran off.
We put some food at the bottom of the ladder, and I watched intensely as she tried to work out how to climb down. She timidly made her way onto the top step, and all she had to do was repeat the process. Instead, she put her front feet too far forward, and completely missed the next one.
She ended up bouncing off the side of the ladder, before landing gracefully on the floor and begun eating the tuna before I could get to it.
Cats rule. {:)
We spent hours looking for her, tapping her food bowl constantly. When she didn't turn up despite the offering of food, we were worried.
In the end we gave up, and my Dad went up to the loft to get a few extra Christmas decorations down. He opened it, climbed the ladder and popped his head up. Greeting him was a terrified cat who doesn't really like him anyway, so instead of letting him bring her down she ran off.
We put some food at the bottom of the ladder, and I watched intensely as she tried to work out how to climb down. She timidly made her way onto the top step, and all she had to do was repeat the process. Instead, she put her front feet too far forward, and completely missed the next one.
She ended up bouncing off the side of the ladder, before landing gracefully on the floor and begun eating the tuna before I could get to it.
Cats rule. {:)