It’s not just my sun sail I’ve found her on top of… (she got down of her own accord after some coaxing - jumped down onto the fridge and then the kitchen counter)
It’s not just my sun sail I’ve found her on top of… (she got down of her own accord after some coaxing - jumped down onto the fridge and then the kitchen counter)
I have a suspicion she’s the timeshare cat for half the neighbourhood. One of my neighbours previous cats used to have at least half a dozen houses he’d go to where he’d come in if the garden door was open and go upstairs and go to bed in our beds…
time share cats are the best, IMO. Sykes is a weirdo, but he’s my kind of weirdo. And I’m apparently his kind of weirdo.