Tilda: living on the edge
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This is what is making my hair go white and my hands shake. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. Tilda is sitting on the edge of a swinging shutter two storeys up in the air.
She won’t go back on the roof and she won’t come in the window. It’s adopted mother torture.
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August 11th, 2008 in
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OMG!
And people always wonder how she managed to fall off my roof three or four times…*what* can she be thinking????
OMG! And people wondered how in the world she repeatedly managed to fall off my roof so many times. Olga Korbut she ain’t!
I don’t think she thinks. She obviously doesn’t remember hurting herself. One day I and the neighbors were sitting outside when she leapt from the living room window and than ran like hell and jumped on Olga’s garage roof. It looked like she didn’t touch that scary ground. Terra firma she does not like. Roofs R Tilda.
She hates all cats and only likes chicken that has fried skin attached. The other cats stand around saying, “More for us!” Brodo day means nothing to her.
OTOH, she has become very affectionate lately. And we have yet another resident cat dumped here to die by his mum. Another maschio vero is trying, but so far the other boys aren’t allowing it.