Mum says I have an identity crisis...she says I think I'm a squirrel. Two days ago I climbed straight up a vertical harled wall. Pawesome!! And she didn't have her camera to catch this amazing feat. So today I went one better. I was rooting around beneath the conifers beside a big wall and I thought let's look at the view. So up I went. Mum made lots of noise, and said quite a few rude words as she tried to fight in through the branches and a *very* prickly wild rose bush.
I was right up there on the sawn off trunk admiring the view having a great time. The sun was out, warm on my fur. There was a sea breeze carrying the sound of birds and insects - purrrrfect.
Mum got stuck trying to reach me, and had to go and get a ladder. Then, just as she reached me a branch snapped and the ladder shifted and slipped. Ooops... More bad words....
Mum says she is going to have to build me a huge play pen on the lower garden where I can climb to my heart's content in safety.....
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