The last cat story was cut short because of this cat story. I was in the middle of writing when the events in the accompanying video took place.
In this particular video, Rudy is the aggressor, but he isn’t always. They take turns ruining all the fun of this stupid cat wall. I don’t care that they’re up there on top of the wall, but I DO care that they’re fucking around and if they fuck around too much, someone’s going to fall 8 feet to the hardwood floor and crack a skull or a femur. Or break my very beautiful, very old, wide-plank floor boards.
They don’t bother going up there at all unless I’m in the room or at least upstairs. They’ll usually wait until around dinner time to put on a show because they know I’ll reward their bad behavior with a meal, but I fixed that today. I took Rudy for an early evening walk, fed them both when we got home, THEN came upstairs to finish working. They’re both being good because they’re unconscious.
As soon as I find my tape measure, I’ll fix it permanently by blocking their access. They’ve lost their catwalk privileges because they’re a couple of turds.