Have I mentioned how much I love that we're on the second floor? Our windows have been open now pretty much since we moved in, and I'm still waiting for old Mr. Handyman to build me some kind of ledge so that I can sit in the windows more comfort-
ably. For now the only place I have is up on the back of mom's rocker.
When she's sitting in it I can hop right up on one of the arms and then up to the back of the head rest. There I'll sit, staring intently out the window, my tail swinging back and forth in mom's face.
When it's empty, however, (there's a joke in here somewhere about mom being off her rocker, but I can't quite put it together) I'll jump up onto the empty seat, and when I get to the top the chair rocks and wobbles from my weight. My balance, even at my advanced age, is amazing though. Dad, ever the procrastinator keeps promising to build me something. I only hope he does it while I'm still around to enjoy it. For now I'll just have to make do with the chair. Maybe mom will get sick of my tail in her face and my butt in her hair and light a fire under dad's butt.