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Today, Victoria almost caught a bird. Rusty and her were laying out on the balcony and I guess the bird came in at an angle where it couldn't see them lying there and perched on the balcony railing. Victoria launched at it. The bird got away, and Victoria was left clinging to the rail with her forelegs, flailing with her back legs, because she landed between posts. She reminded me of a nerdy high school student who doesn't have the strength to do pullups, and uses hir back legs as some sort of propulsion. Eventually she got up onto the railing, but was really shaky, so I tried lifting her off to put her back on the ground, but she clung to it like a lifeline. Finally I pried her off, set her down, and gave her a caress. The other cats were incredibly excited to see Queen Bitch so close to danger.
EDIT BONUS!: Troutbot strikes again.
[14:13] PermissibleCoho: Promise me, as a friend, that you'll never try homeopathy.
EDIT BONUS!: Troutbot strikes again.
[14:13] PermissibleCoho: Promise me, as a friend, that you'll never try homeopathy.