Yesterday was a pretty nice day.
Mom had all the windows open, and there were breezes, and I could hear and see all these birds outside.
So I found myself a good perch, and when I was tired of watching those birds, I decided I’d just nap here in the breezes.
Mom thought I was cute, so she took my picture. And she’s right, I am pretty cute most of the time.
Mom put down her camera and walked away, so I was gettin’ all comfy, and I yawned and stretched, and . . . there was a crack and a whooshing sound, and all of a sudden, I was falling!
That barrier thingie between me and the birds had disappeared, and I. Was. Outside.
In the grass.
My feet were on the ground.
I was totally humiliated.
I heard Mom spout out a word I don’t think she was supposed to say, and then heard her running.
I jumped back up into the window, to get my feet out of the dirt and tell her what had happened. When she came to my rescue, she asked me if I was OK, but she was snickering, so I’m not sure she really cared that I had just been endangered. I mean, really!
This is no laughing matter. I was out there for at least a full 6 seconds. Anything could have happened!
I showed her the barrier thingie there on the ground and tried to tell her what happened. She picked it up and put it back on, and Dad came over to help her clip it in place. I think that word she said made him come running. But back to me . . .
I could have been nabbed by any number of horrible things out there in the yard. I’ve heard them talking. I guess I’m just glad it was daytime, because they say nighttime is even more dangerous.
And Mom told Dad she was glad that I wasn’t upstairs when this happened. And she said I was a good girl for jumping back into the window instead of running off.
Pfft! Running off? Where would I go, pray tell? I know my place, and it is NOT outside!
Fortunately, nothing was injured except my pride, but I’ve decided not to lounge in that particular window for awhile. It took extra bathing to get over the incident, but I think I’m gonna be OK.
Today I’m upstairs bird watching. The window barrier thingie up here seems a bit more sturdy, but I’m not gonna lean on it just the same. And Mom still thinks I’m cute . . .