Adoptable cats of the week and Yuan uses one of his nine lives!
This week’s adoptable kitteh is actually two; but unfortunately I can’t find Buddy’s page on Maxfund’s site. It could be that since they are incoming that they are still working on it. We have Eek and his pal Buddy!
Eek and Buddy were adopted from Maxfund seven years ago, but since then, their human passed away and now they are back at Maxfund looking for a forever home. Of course Maxfund is not MANDATING they be adopted together, but it would be super nice since they are friends! Could your home be their forever home?
So, Yuan using one of his nine lives. The other day I let him out on the balcony. I was sitting just inside the balcony doors at the dining table, so I could watch him. Not 60 seconds after I let him out, he gets the spontaneous midnight crazies and leaps from the floor to the top of the air conditioner that juts out from the wall onto the balcony, then onto the giant cable spool that serves as my balcony table, then onto the green onions in a pot on the ledge.
That pot had been there for months, and he’d even climbed in it before (I always take him out of the pots as I don’t want him going on the ledge for fear of highrise syndrome). It was stable and not hanging over the edge or anything at all. But with his centrifugal force or whatever law of physics he was using to fling himself around as he did, the speed and angle at which he launched onto the pot caused it to tip off the ledge and down to the ground below. He tried to leap from the falling pot to the lettuce (and somewhere in this mess the pot in-between the two got knocked off too). The lettuce is the biggest pot of all the pots on my ledge and luckily held him, as he hung on by his front paws with the rest of him over the side, for the two or three seconds I had to react, which is to say that I screamed and ran out onto the balcony, and grabbed the other side of the lettuce pot that was beginning to spin and tip over as well to counter-balance his weight, and before I could grab him too, that gave him the leverage to scramble up and over and right into the apartment.
He happily stayed in his cozy chair for the rest of the evening and did not ask to go outside at all. But before he camped out, I hugged him and nearly cried and died of a heart attack. So, I used up one of my nine lives, too.
The second and third floors are the MOST dangerous for a cat to fall from, as they don’t have sufficient time to flip over and land properly as they might from an even higher floor. I’m on the second floor.
The next day I figured if I got into the habit of taking him for a daily walk (we walk occasionally but not every day), maybe he’d get some exercise and fresh air and not want to go on the balcony so much, but he was not even interested in going for a walk at that point.
Now, normally he’s pretty darn good out on the balcony, and just rolls around on the cement floor and looks out under the wall to see what’s going on. He often camps out UNDER the a/c, or on top of it. Occasionally he’s snuck onto one of the plants but at that point I pluck him off and bring him inside to indicate that the ledge is a no-no, and he gets that. It’s gotten to the point that I trust him enough to be chill that I’ve let him outside while I’m putting around doing things in the apartment, and I just poke my head out periodically to check on him. He uses the spool/table as a giant scratching post and enjoys his balcony time. Neither of his sisters have gone out there yet at all. I know it was the spontaneous crazies that caused him to jet around like that recklessly, but still it scared the crap out of me!!!
We’ll try a walk again today, I think. 😉