Callie takes a look out the front window, probably fantasizing about chasing the squirrels in the yard. She has been a mood all day today; because this morning I gave her a flea treatment. She hates the flea medicine; but it does keep the little bugs at bay. So whether if she likes it or not, it is a reality. Around here, the fleas are terrible in the yard...another reason that I don't let her go out too much.
And just as I was typing the sentence above, she rolled off of her perch on the window, and fell to the floor. It scared her to fall, and she came running over to me for some comfort. She doesn't seem to have any sore places, so I suppose that she is ok.
Who said cats are graceful?