You never really know who will make the first break for it out of the miniest of MiniCats. But, I can tell you, when I saw it, I nearly couldn't believe my peepers. There was Duke, the most chillaxed of the Roblings, mounting a scaled detail out of the kitten pen. His crampons set to stealth mode. With a bit of scrabbling here and timed launching jumps, he scaled the un-scaleable slippery walls of the enclosure and landed square on the bench. From there, he teetered on the edge like a lone lemming and then parachuted off the perimeter to the open ground and made a mad 'loo brush' tail dash for cover. Never in all my days have I seen such a feat at such a young age. He then went on to squeeze back into the kitten pen, opening a gap whereupon letting his fellow troupes out from the boundary fence line and all four made a break for it, out onto the landing. Their cover was blown by Filly's trilling and much thwakking of her fury paw in the hallway! Note, I did not raise the alarm - snitches gets gets stitches!!
Robyn was there in a flash, trying to round up the four escape artists and it was like a scene from the 'Laughing Policeman'. Kittens rolling everywhere in hysterical laughter at being caught. I swear they have been on the gas 'n' air!!! Poor Robyn was distraught at trying to shoo them back towards the safety of the kitten pen whilst all the other Mothers laughed at her from the side lines giving their ten pence worth of support. She was non-plussed by their chants and a few got a fist full of fivers to take away with them. Me, I said nothing. I was like a cat caught watching ants run back and forth on a summers day. Quite content with my lot sat out of the way, however, I did take umbrage at Filly clouting Duke and gave her a swipe as she passed by, there are rules and she is not a follower! Heck, everyone loves a drama, but not everyone wants to be in it!
Momma soon had everyone sorted with kitten pen extended, barricaded and filled with so many toys they forgot about escaping again. I remember my days as a teeny dot. I was forever breaking free and racing about Momma's office because my Mother, Gracie, used to dump me out of the nest into the litter tray, so I lived with Momma in a small basket by her desk. That didn't last long. FREEDOM! I remember when Robyn was tiny, she climbed the walls of the kitten basket at just two weeks old. Being hand fed made her very excitable too. I think it's something in that milky rice Momma feeds us? Gives you jazz feets, the type that don't stop tapping!
Pearl is the biggest escapologist in the family, she can sneak out of most things and especially over fences, luckily, she always comes back when called with a sulky look on her face. Faith is smart at escaping from a cat carrier. She HATES travelling in one, too many vet visits. She is a dab paw at unzipping the zippers and has to have hers tied up or locked. Momma brought a new crate for her to travel in because she is super sneaky! Ikon made good his escape last week when he saw Pearl squeeze through the communal fence into the big garden beyond. He did the exact same move but got his head stuck. He couldn't go forwards nor backwards so ManSlave had to rescue him. Magnus Rex is not into such simple escapes, he likes a wilder freedom and can jump square onto the shed roof and tootle along the ridge, slip slides on the plastic roof, up to the apex and along the sky bridge to the flat roof and from there he can watch the neighbours in their hot tub!
Filly can climb anything, can run faster than anyone and doesn't listen or come back. She is a foot dodger, a shoulder surfer and all round wild beast. Nothing can contain her and she doesn't like rules. Maybe as she grows she might calm down? I am guessing not! We are dreading her kittens antics! SaBreena is a cool chick. She can pick a lock with a single claw and scale the highest doors. her escapes are more sedate and as not to draw attention. Lillibet has never escaped anywhere or anything. She is too good. Takes a leaf out of my book. We were dragged up proper you see. Flaire is a queen and above anyone else, she only has eyes for ManSlave. She would simply await her golden chariot, board it and leave with a parade of well trained mice pulling it.
That's all for this weekend. With love and joy in our hearts from your Queen Vee =^..^=
Robyn was there in a flash, trying to round up the four escape artists and it was like a scene from the 'Laughing Policeman'. Kittens rolling everywhere in hysterical laughter at being caught. I swear they have been on the gas 'n' air!!! Poor Robyn was distraught at trying to shoo them back towards the safety of the kitten pen whilst all the other Mothers laughed at her from the side lines giving their ten pence worth of support. She was non-plussed by their chants and a few got a fist full of fivers to take away with them. Me, I said nothing. I was like a cat caught watching ants run back and forth on a summers day. Quite content with my lot sat out of the way, however, I did take umbrage at Filly clouting Duke and gave her a swipe as she passed by, there are rules and she is not a follower! Heck, everyone loves a drama, but not everyone wants to be in it!
Momma soon had everyone sorted with kitten pen extended, barricaded and filled with so many toys they forgot about escaping again. I remember my days as a teeny dot. I was forever breaking free and racing about Momma's office because my Mother, Gracie, used to dump me out of the nest into the litter tray, so I lived with Momma in a small basket by her desk. That didn't last long. FREEDOM! I remember when Robyn was tiny, she climbed the walls of the kitten basket at just two weeks old. Being hand fed made her very excitable too. I think it's something in that milky rice Momma feeds us? Gives you jazz feets, the type that don't stop tapping!
Pearl is the biggest escapologist in the family, she can sneak out of most things and especially over fences, luckily, she always comes back when called with a sulky look on her face. Faith is smart at escaping from a cat carrier. She HATES travelling in one, too many vet visits. She is a dab paw at unzipping the zippers and has to have hers tied up or locked. Momma brought a new crate for her to travel in because she is super sneaky! Ikon made good his escape last week when he saw Pearl squeeze through the communal fence into the big garden beyond. He did the exact same move but got his head stuck. He couldn't go forwards nor backwards so ManSlave had to rescue him. Magnus Rex is not into such simple escapes, he likes a wilder freedom and can jump square onto the shed roof and tootle along the ridge, slip slides on the plastic roof, up to the apex and along the sky bridge to the flat roof and from there he can watch the neighbours in their hot tub!
Filly can climb anything, can run faster than anyone and doesn't listen or come back. She is a foot dodger, a shoulder surfer and all round wild beast. Nothing can contain her and she doesn't like rules. Maybe as she grows she might calm down? I am guessing not! We are dreading her kittens antics! SaBreena is a cool chick. She can pick a lock with a single claw and scale the highest doors. her escapes are more sedate and as not to draw attention. Lillibet has never escaped anywhere or anything. She is too good. Takes a leaf out of my book. We were dragged up proper you see. Flaire is a queen and above anyone else, she only has eyes for ManSlave. She would simply await her golden chariot, board it and leave with a parade of well trained mice pulling it.
That's all for this weekend. With love and joy in our hearts from your Queen Vee =^..^=
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