Up the pole…

Here she is, out in the big wide world. Yes, Luna has started going outside on her own, unfettered and unchaperoned, without impairment, and free to do whatever she pleases. I’m amazed that it has taken her so long to discover that there is a world behind our walled yard. After all, she’s a cat; springing to the top of a seven foot wall can’t be that hard - can it? Particularly as there’s a handy raised pond and a conveniently positioned windowsill nearby to help her.

As usual though with Luna, she can’t do anything without getting into some sort of scrape. She hadn’t been out more than twice before she lost another of her rapidly diminishing seven lives.

Now, they do say that curiosity killed the cat, but wandering into a neighbour’s yard when their barky little dog was out was probably a little to much of the curious, a curious step too far maybe.

Of course the dog on seeing Luna did what dogs do and, as Luna had never seen a dog before, it must have come as a surprise to her when the dog began barking and gave chase. Rather than stand her ground and give the dog a good swipe with her claw Luna ran… and where did she run too? Twenty-five feet to the top of the nearest telegraph pole that’s where.

We found her, clinging on for dear life number four high above our heads. Fortunately a neighbour had already spotted her and had come to the rescue with ladders. I was tempted to rush indoors for my camera but, as my neighbour was already halfway up the ladders, I thought the least I could do was hold it steady for him - thus missing a fantastic blog photo opportunity.

She didn’t want to come down, but my neighbour managed it with hardly a scratch and what little blood there was should easily wash out on a boil wash. Back on the ground Luna decided it was time to come in. The shock had been so great that she needed half a box of cat treats and a long sleep to fully recover, leaving me to go back outside and take a photograph after the event. Not quite the same, but better than nothing I guess.

By the way, am I the only one who can see a face in that telegraph pole?

What next I wonder…