And…there she goes again.
I have a fat kitty. She is not agile. She is a tub o’ lub. And she runs like a raccoon. You know, with her butt all tucked up under her legs.
Yet for some reason, she has some kind of delusion that she is Super-Kitty! Destroyer of Bumblebees! She’s been crammed on my window ledge for the past hour stalking bees, and for the second time today, has taken it upon herself to leap, lunge, and otherwise heave her bulking mass out the window and into the azalea bush.
I should close the window but it’s just too dang funny. Especially because my role in this fiasco is to open the living room door and let her back in, since she can’t jump up high enough to get back in the window. She has me trained good.