I got up onto the yard wall today. Me, Scooter the Fearless! Rachel saw me jump back down, so she knows I did it, but she doesn't know how. She missed that bit, but I can tell you it was spectacular.
She's so nosy though, that she got her camera and waited for me to do it again. She thought I couldn't see her, standing at the sink, but I could. Humans are always watching; they need to know everything. It's a wonder we don't have CCTV in this house. A cat has very little privacy - that's why we prefer to go out at night when they are asleep.
It put me off, having her watching like that.
Somehow I just couldn't jump when I knew she was peeking.
I hopped up and down; I couldn't get it right.
Hamish said he was worried about getting squashed if I fell on him.
I waited a while and thought about my strategy.
This is me thinking. I have an intelligent look when I think but Rachel laughs at me.
Hamish said he was tired of waiting. Did I want him to nip my fat bottom and help me jump?
Fat bottom? What a nerve!
And then we gave up. I'll do it again sometime when human spies aren't around.
Rachel says she's going to get me a collar-cam if I continue to develop courage and initiative like this, and I can have my own YouTube account. So there, Hamish. Let's see you jump that high!