Last night, it occurred to me that Feline Friday was fast approaching and I was suffering from a serious lack of interesting cat photos.
Enter Lily, with a brand new, albeit dangerous, trick: Walking on our upstairs railing.
It started early in the evening when I was down the hall and heard Lily meowing. When I saw her little (big) behind wiggle, signaling that she was contemplating jumping onto the railing, I could not believe that she would try such a thing. Lily is not the most graceful of cats and the railing is narrow with a full story drop below.
"Lily, NO! Don't do it!" I cried. Tinsel sat on the stairs below and meowed at Lily as if to say, "Go for it, you irritating fool! I hope you break your neck!"
But faster than I could grab her, she launched to the railing and began walking it like a tightrope. At one corner, she decided to do something fancy and nearly lost her balance but otherwise, she walked like a model on a runway. She even allowed a Feline Friday photo shoot.
Then later in the evening, when I thought she'd lost interest in the railing, I heard a very strange scrambling, scraping sort of noise. I rounded the corner and found Lily hanging by her front claws from the railing over the open stairwell. I literally caught her by one armpit (legpit?) as she began to fall. I kid you not: The rescue scene was like something out of a Lassie movie. We've got the deep claw marks in the railing to prove it.
So Happy Feline Friday to all. And thanks, Lily, for risking life and paw to provide new material.