King of the castle

I finally got to witness King, my next door neighbours’ cat, up on my roof. I’ve heard him a number of times—he goes up there quite a lot when he’s not loitering under one of the bushes out front of the house or prowling around in the backyard—but this afternoon was the first I got to actually see him up there; he was making plaintive “get me down from here” noises, but his person from next door was unable to convince him to actually come down, and then, when he went away, King just started getting plaintive again. Joe has seen him come down by himself, so he’s able to do it when he wants… today was one of those times he evidently didn’t. But, as the bloke from next door said, he’ll get hungry at some point and work something out. I just wish King would do something useful while he’s up there like clean the gutter or something…

Author: James R.

The idiot who owns and runs this site. He does not actually look like Jon Pertwee.