Our cat Dotty (or should that be our dotty cat?)

I was trying to think what I could write in today's blog post, and thinking that I might have to give it a miss today, because quite frankly, my life is dead boring. I don't really go anywhere as it is, so I thought, I'll leave this blog for a day or two and then after Edwin & I have gone out somewhere I'll have something more to write. THEN THE CAT FELL OFF THE WINDOW LEDGE! Now at this point I hasten to add that the cat is fine - I'm the one who needs the cuddle and stiff drink now. To explain in a little more detail:

Our cat is an indoor cat. She has never shown any inclination to go outside proper, she used to go out on the landing but we don't like her doing that as she has a habit of peeing on other people's belongings left outside their flats. Anyway, she will go out on the windowsill and she seems to be perfectly fine, so I opened the window for her and she stepped outside. All of a sudden there's this scrabbling sound and I have a glimpse of her paws on the window ledge before suddenly she's gone! Frantic I push the window open wider and call to her but there's no sound. Getting up, I fumbled to the door and staggered downstairs. Imagine my relief when I saw her meowing at our front door (admittedly I could have throttled her) and I stumbled towards it and let her in. She meowed all the way upstairs, continuing to cry at the inner door as if to say, 'Well come on! I've had my fun, now let me in.' I let her in and she let me stroke her, but she was all alert and happy as if to say, 'Well that was exciting!' Can't say I that I was as pleased myself - as you might have gathered I pulled the window half-closed when I staggered back into the flat.

So, for now, the cat is fine, I need at least two gallons of Cognac and I want to go and gibber quietly to myself in a corner. I know they say that cats have nine lives, but this one has used at least 3 already!