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[d_aulnoy]

I love my cat, very much.

And it's a damned good thing, too, otherwise I might ... take exception ... to some of her less-then-feline-traits.  I mean ... she's not a Mighty Hunter: I'd swear to god that the yowls translated into human as Eeek!  A bug!  She's not possessed of anything resembling the quality of self-preservation: as we've talked about before, she's set her tail on fire.  And, as for feline grace?  She just fell behind the bookshelves.

Got herself good and stuck, too.  Yowled for a good twenty minutes, making these sad, periodic attempts to leap nobley to the top of the six-foot shelf in the four inches of run-up room afforded to her, attempts which just concluded with these sad, furry thumps.

During these twenty minutes, I was, of course, doing my damndest to move the heavy shelf.  That was fun.

Now, she is, of course, doing her damndest to get back up there, despite my reasonable protestations.

I love my cat, very much.

And it's a damned good thing.  Otherwise, next time?  I'd leave her there.