We have two cats. Born on the same day and from the same place. They aren't actually brothers but most of the time it's easier to think of them as such. And like brothers most of the time they get on. And sometimes they don't.
They don't have a bad life. They have food and water supplied, they have a litter tray emptied daily (well, almost). They can go in and out of the cat flap whenever they please. Despite the fact they can go in and out, like a lot of cats when a door is opened then they have to rush out as though it is the first time smelling fresh air. And when a window is open then they have to sit there with their noses sticking out.
They esepcially like sitting at the bedroom window. You get a good view from up there. This morning there was a bit of a squabble, obviously over who had the best seat, but I ignored it and went back to sleep. When I got up only Shimmer was in the house. That's fine, Scooby probably went out. I then opened the bedroom curtains. To see Scooby stuck on the garage roof. Skid marks down the conservatory roof windows showed where he had made a rather precarious and rapid descent.
You know what, I am convinced that Shimmer pushed him out!
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