We have a huge oak tree at the bottom of the paddock. Ruaridh has worked out a route via fence post, shed roof, along a branch and up high into the oak tree. I've told him I'm not going to call the fire brigade to get him down if he gets stuck. So far, he's managed to get back down.
He is beautiful and looks like he should be reclining on a cushion, inside somewhere, not out in the wild, but I see the jungle in his eyes. I used to have a fluffy white cat who also looked like she should be an indoor only cat but, she had that wild streak that called for the outdoors, trees, and chasing birds.
