The boys are stubborn. It's not so much that they refuse to learn from experience, it's that they are convinced in their tiny furry minds that what they are doing is right. How else to explain that after dragging Rufus out of the ceiling in the basement (he looked embarrassed - I don't think he knew how to get back out) The next day I found the ceiling tile on the basement floor.
So some fur-brain had climbed back up there and his weight had made the tile fall out causing him to plummet to the concrete floor. I questioned Rufus about this but he just stared blankly back at me. "What tile? What basement? Do we even have a basement? "Direct questioning gets the Big Cat nowhere fast. I got the same result when I inquired of Rooney why he likes to like on the cold, hard stone mantlepiece of the fireplace rather than say a cumfy cushion. His defiant stare said it all. "Because I can,
Big Cat! Because I can!" It seems that anywhere high up is the new Mecca to the lads. The higher the better. If they could get to the roof they would be so proud. "Look Big Cat, we have climbed to the highest height in Four Oaks Gate!" Twin Sir Edmund Hillarys
that's what I've got here. Actually Rooney looks just like Sir Eddie after not shaving for two months with frost on his beard. I am
merely their humble Sherpa. xxx dad
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