What with the cooler weather and all —
Bugs is feeling his oats.
I was in the other room when I heard him squalling more passionately than usual. I rushed in, to find him launched three-quarters of the way up the door, scrabbling for purchase with his poor clipped claws. To make it safely back to the floor, he had to do a half-gainer with double twist. So I took pity on him and put Nelson’s Column closer.
Note that Nelson’s Column is about knob-high.
From thence, our Bugs made short work of hopping up. Yes, to the top of the door. Yes, he’s done this once or twice before. Even without Nelson’s Column. When his claws truly were talons of terror.
Hmm. Kind of forgot — it is a mighty long way down there.
You do realize I’m doing this without a safety-net . . . .
I want you to build me a second floor and I want you to do it now.