Oh my, I do too much for my cats, seriously.
Here I was thinking it’s Sunday night, thank god fireworks are over and I don’t have to worry about cats going loopy or getting fireworks strapped to them by stupid kids.
Well I spoke too soon, the neighbours hit round two of fireworks off tonight, causing the fatty cat Oliver to lose his nerve and get stuck on the roof. So there I go, balancing on the deck rail a few metres up, sister anchoring my legs, dragging the fattest cat in the world – off the roof.
Geez, I’m really bearing the scars of my efforts too. Look like I’ve been in a knife fight with a Russian Samurai (is there such a thing?). Covered in bloody scratches, savlon and bandaids.
Oliver is now officially in time out.
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