He’s not exactly swingin’ on branches. But he came close.
Backstory:
Jojo is a rescue. Lots of problems were fixed by the Vet. But he has lifelong issues from his previous feral days. Very few teeth, very few claws, missing toes and only half a tail.
Lately he’s determined to drive me insane and perhaps commit kitty suicide by climbing way high in trees and yowling til I bring canned people food. Cat goodies ain’t doing it.
Yeah, he’s playing me. I know this. He knows this. Even the Lil 'Shits know this. They cheer him on to get their own treats.
This morning was the fourth time in 2 weeks he’s been up a tree. He was way up and on a thinnish branch, just blowing in the wind. I just knew he was coming down the hard way.
I got the sardines. And down he scooted. Happily munched his fishy treat with a smile on his face.
He’s not asking for bananas or throwing poop yet. He’s still a Monkey-cat. He’s evolved.
Maybe his tail will regrow. Or I could teach him sign language.
I should called zoologist and get him reclassified.