When I lived in Singapore, my job was ostensibly to rescue the Marlene-cat from the top of my bedroom door every time she got a wild hair up her butt and decided to launch herself up there.
She would then perch uncomfortably on the top and mew piteously to be helped down.
I'd get a chair, pick her up and put her on my shoulders, and climb down, and return her to terra firma, at which she'd launch herself up the door again.
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She would then perch uncomfortably on the top and mew piteously to be helped down.
I'd get a chair, pick her up and put her on my shoulders, and climb down, and return her to terra firma, at which she'd launch herself up the door again.
- Mel
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