Another Great Escape - Not So Dignified, Though!!

Have been really ill with this flu lurgy.   The too weak to speak let alone lift my head, relatives have to drive 100 miles here to get the shopping in so Junior can eat,  type of flu.

Anyway, today I am able to speak and stand up without keeling over.  Junior has sensibly been keeping a distance, bless her, and doing her best around the house.  She comes into my bedroom this morning and announces, half hysterically,  that Bart is stuck up on a roof!!   I cannot type what I said!!!   I have visions of a Fire Brigade rescue and big fat bill that is ill-afforded, So,  Junior spends an hour calling him down, neighbours stick their heads out of windows to see what the calamity is.....and Bart gets louder and LOUDER!!   J tells him that if he got up there and he can jolly well get back down......right now!!!   The other mogs were around 'trying to rescue him' as Junior puts it.  Moral support, come down we love you type of thing.  Maybe they were telling him what a dope he is?  lol

I rings the cat expert lady and asks if she has any top tips for getting a cat down.   She asks who it is on this roof.  Bart, I reply.  'Hmm, might know' is the knowing silent response.  I am advised that he'll come down when he's hungry.  Meanwhile, Bart oiks up the decibels, so much so that the neighbours decide to do a daring rescue to save their eardrums and get the ladders out.  I meanwhile dons a coat over pjamas and waddles round to apologise and thank them.  Bloke says it's ok but I think he was taken aback at my Beetlejuice appearance!!  aka death warmed up. 

After his rescue he miaowed off up their garden and back into ours and is now happily cuddled up with Tinks and Chunky, no doubt telling them the tale:o)

And I am going back to bed.