I looked out my office window and Christian was on the ground. Some birds were swooping around. I don't think they were teasing him. However, Christian apparently decided he could have a bird lunch.
We have always wondered how Christian managed to survive outside, because he has no protective coloring at all. His white-bibbed front is visible, night and day. His orange tabby back doesn't blend with anything natural.
Well, we were wrong. Christian blends with fall colors. Can you see him in the tree below? I made a black arrow. If you click on the photo, it will enlarge and you will see his two white paws.
See his paws?
Here he is, trying to get down. Richard and I, cruel cat parents that we are, stood and laughed, watching him circle that branch about 10 times, almost falling off another branch as he tried to figure out how to get back down on the ground (No birds were harmed in this picture, they chattered at the top of the tree and flew off). I started yelling, "Backwards, Christian, climb down backwards!" He obviously had no idea what I meant.
Finally, he figured it out. Note his awkward position, he slid that far, then realized he could hook his claws in and "step" down. About 5 feet from the ground, he took a flying leap and did a four-point landing in the grass. Of course, Dinah was on the porch watching, so perhaps he wanted to impress her. *She* knows how to climb trees, and can get down easily.
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