For Christmouse we got these ramps as a back door to the bedroom penthouse (the tree on the other side of the closet is the front door).
Ditto an I have some pretty fun zoomie games up and down them.
That is Ditto flyin through the air.
This afternoon we were takin a break and I was peaking into the closet not unlike this next picture.
Ditto is on the incline ramp
Momma's not sure what happened next but she looked over to see me hanging off the edge of the ramp! I slipped off to the side and the way that I had to grip to keep from falling I couldn't get myself back up. And if you look at the first picture again, it would not have been a fun fall. That pillow on top of Wriggley's our condo isn't right underneath.
Thankfully Momma was right there to help me out and get me back onto the ramp.
We're thankful Momma has our backs!
She says that eight months ago she didn't have any grey hair. We have no idea what she means by that...
We all had a nice slow morning and then momma got to doing stuff. She's started bicycle riding again since she doesn't have a walking buddy in Wriggley any more. Today was a bit wet and ugly out so she just did some clean up stuffs to her road bike.
Then she got the bright idea to clean up her mountain bike. She came in from the garage to get a cleaning towell out of the hall closet. Of course she never want us kitties to go into the closet and momma thought she did a pretty good job of blocking me out. I was still exploring when she closed the door! Sometimes momma will do that to us when she knows we're inside but then open it again after maybe a minute. But this time she didn't!
Momma went back outside and must've been gone for at least 87 squilllion hours an hour before she came back in, heard my meows, and figured out where I was!
Boy was I glad to see her. She said it's my own fault, whatever that's s'posed to mean.
Now, though, I can back to the easy part of my Sunday.