OK, so I have to tell you what happened as I was leaving Melissa's last night! BoBo the cat was waiting for me on the roof when I flew out of the window, and he actually leapt up in the air trying to catch me. He couldn't do it, of course. No housecat should weigh 20 pounds, and if anything BoBo tips the scale at a little bit more.
I was startled by the primal yowl he gave as he jumped, but he missed me by about a mile! He hit the roof with a crash that practically broke the shingles, and then started to roll down to the edge. I could see that Mr. Spare Tire couldn't stop himself, not with all the momentum his belly caused as he rolled, so I had to do some quick thinking.
I flew a ways off, turned around, and then flew toward him as fast as I could. I slammed into him just as he reached the edge, and for a second I thought he was going to fall and take me with him. My impact made just enough difference, though, and I knocked him back a few inches. That gave him time to get his claws working, and he pulled his bulk back up onto the roof.
Would you believe, he didn't even thank me for saving his gigantic butt? He just sat there for a minute, licking his fur as if nothing had happened, and then without a word he turned and stalked back into Melissa's window. Seriously. RUDE!
Some of the Blueberry Hill fairies were out in one of their many meadows this morning. I called them over to the computer screen so they could read about what almost happened to BoBo kitty.
ReplyDeleteThey all gasp when he started to roll down to the edge of the roof. They were so glad Fiona was able to save him.
He should have thanked her for sure.