Roger. Roger. Roger.
Dear dear Roger.
Now .. Roger was a gift to Honey from our friend Tamara. Roger is a sweet wonderful cat that needed/wanted a lot of attention. Tamara thought that Miss Eff's was the perfect place for Roger to get all that attention. And she thought Honey needed a cat.
Honey would rather have had beer. ;)
Roger has had his issues in the past.
He has been hit by a car ..... and purred the entire time through his convalescence.
We were certain Roger threw himself under the car so he could become a house cat instead of the working barn cat he is suppose to be.
It didn't work.
Yes ... Roger is suppose to be a barn cat. Prowling the coops, the barn and the house foundation for those horrible gray mice that I hate so much.
He is not good at it, judging from the need for so many traps in my house!!!
But he does love the chickens and the ducks.
In the morning .... I go out to the coop and Roger climbs to fence to watch the hens scurry out of the coop. He sleeps on the top of the coop ... just watching over the hens, ducks and roos.
And this .... is how he got himself into trouble.
You see .... on Friday morning .... I was in the garden, working. Roger was no where to be found which was unusual because he is normally making a pest out of himself.
I asked Honey if he had seen Roger. No, was the reply.
A little bit later, Roger was located. Twenty feet in the air ...... in a tree..... above the duck run.
Stuck.
We called ..... we begged and Roger would try to come out to the edge of a branch and back up to safety of a crotch of the tree.
He will come down when he is hungry.
And throughout the day ...... we would walk over and talk to Roger about leaving his perch.
Honey got a ladder and tried to rescue him. But ladders are not our favorite and Honey could only get about 16' up in the air safely.
And I wasn't going up that far!!!!
Honey could pet him but stubborn Roger would dig his claws into the branch when Honey tried to get him.
It rained and stormed on Friday night...... and Roger remained in the tree.
We tried on Saturday to coax him down again ..... but the same thing happened. He would dig his claws into the bark of the tree ...... and refuse to let go so we could rescue him.
Saturday night ..... it was cold .............and Roger remained in the tree.
We could give him a bit a food ......but I was getting worried. Roger had spent three nights in the tree. And even though, a wise friend noted that she had never seen cat skeletons in trees, I was still worried.
There was nothing else to do. We would have to call a tree service to get him down.
But Sunday morning, Honey tried one last time. Some how, Roger turned his back to Honey and Honey was able to grab him by the back of the neck and hold on to the ladder at the same time!!
Thinner ..... thirsty and very hungry, Roger was happy to see us! And happy to be on solid ground.
So ..... at the age of one, Roger has seemed to have used up two of his nine lives.
But he still isn't going to be a house cat!!!!
Now .. Roger was a gift to Honey from our friend Tamara. Roger is a sweet wonderful cat that needed/wanted a lot of attention. Tamara thought that Miss Eff's was the perfect place for Roger to get all that attention. And she thought Honey needed a cat.
Honey would rather have had beer. ;)
Roger has had his issues in the past.
He has been hit by a car ..... and purred the entire time through his convalescence.
We were certain Roger threw himself under the car so he could become a house cat instead of the working barn cat he is suppose to be.
It didn't work.
Yes ... Roger is suppose to be a barn cat. Prowling the coops, the barn and the house foundation for those horrible gray mice that I hate so much.
He is not good at it, judging from the need for so many traps in my house!!!
But he does love the chickens and the ducks.
In the morning .... I go out to the coop and Roger climbs to fence to watch the hens scurry out of the coop. He sleeps on the top of the coop ... just watching over the hens, ducks and roos.
And this .... is how he got himself into trouble.
You see .... on Friday morning .... I was in the garden, working. Roger was no where to be found which was unusual because he is normally making a pest out of himself.
I asked Honey if he had seen Roger. No, was the reply.
A little bit later, Roger was located. Twenty feet in the air ...... in a tree..... above the duck run.
Stuck.
We called ..... we begged and Roger would try to come out to the edge of a branch and back up to safety of a crotch of the tree.
He will come down when he is hungry.
And throughout the day ...... we would walk over and talk to Roger about leaving his perch.
Honey got a ladder and tried to rescue him. But ladders are not our favorite and Honey could only get about 16' up in the air safely.
And I wasn't going up that far!!!!
Honey could pet him but stubborn Roger would dig his claws into the branch when Honey tried to get him.
It rained and stormed on Friday night...... and Roger remained in the tree.
We tried on Saturday to coax him down again ..... but the same thing happened. He would dig his claws into the bark of the tree ...... and refuse to let go so we could rescue him.
Saturday night ..... it was cold .............and Roger remained in the tree.
We could give him a bit a food ......but I was getting worried. Roger had spent three nights in the tree. And even though, a wise friend noted that she had never seen cat skeletons in trees, I was still worried.
There was nothing else to do. We would have to call a tree service to get him down.
But Sunday morning, Honey tried one last time. Some how, Roger turned his back to Honey and Honey was able to grab him by the back of the neck and hold on to the ladder at the same time!!
Thinner ..... thirsty and very hungry, Roger was happy to see us! And happy to be on solid ground.
So ..... at the age of one, Roger has seemed to have used up two of his nine lives.
But he still isn't going to be a house cat!!!!
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