One disobedient cat..........

Most cats like to be high up! All three of ours are no exception, and only today, when I came home from work, it was obvious that one of the girls had decided to suspend herself from the top of my net curtain. How did I know that? By the fact it was hanging half off and there were claw marks part of the way down. To be frank it did seem like which ever cat it was, she had grabbed the curtain on her way down from the top of the window. The mind boggles as to what they get up to when we are all out? I suspect it was Ripley who had gone curtaineering (as aposed to mountaineering!) as Peanut is just too darn lazy, but you never know.
Jonesy always preferred to survey the world from above. You would walk through the hall way, something would grab your attention out of the corner of your eye, and low and behold you would find Jonesy peering through the banister at approximately 5 inches above the level of your head. Even when the Christmas decorations were entwined round the bannisters, with baubles and all sorts on, he would still manage to wedge his head through, generally knocking much of the artistically placed items off in the process. At the landing level our banisters had wooden posts and as you went down the stairs he would often gently bap your shoulder or head as you got level with him. As he grew older it became a game where Jonesy would wait on one side of the landing banister. Someone would walk part of the way down the stairs and then stick their hand fast through the banister posts poking Jonesy.....Jonesy would attempt to get the hand with his paw......the hand would pull back fast and go through another area of the banister posts....Jonesy would run to the hand and try to pat it.....and so the game would go on. We would end up for ages on the stairs and Jonesy would have fun...and you would usually forget what you were supposed to be doing, but it was amusing to realise he wasn't as fast as we were. Ripley, on the other hand, is a lethal cat weapon with daggers for claws and the game was never attempted with her! Humans like to keep their hands whole!!
Only Jonesy would jump onto the dining room table, though. Naughty, naughty cat. He would often skid over the highly polished surface and come to a halt with a scrabble just by the edge. There are quite a few scratches in the table that are testament to his lack of ice-skating techniques.I would go up to him, tell him off, and snap my fingers at him, moving my hand in a 'get down off the table' movement. He would chirp back at me in a 'if you think I am moving you have another thing coming' attitude. We would carry on this argument for a while, with my hand movements getting rather more frantic and his chirps turning into louder meows.His whole body would crouch lower and lower on the table until he was lying down flat out. I would then proceed to try and push him off the table! Jonesy's body would go completely ridged, so that it would end up with him sliding in a circle on the polished table surface as I pushed. Eventually I would have to pick him up to put him on the floor, where upon he would nonchalantly stalk off as if nothing had happened, leaving me to dust off the cat's hair. If he was feeling particularly disobedient he would instead, launch himself at the dining room door close by. With extreme amounts of scrabbling Jonesy would manage to get on the top of the door, where he would pace up and down looking haughtily at us, or crouch down and dangle his leg just by our heads. The protesting meows as we grabbed him off the door were as loud as if we were killing him!! Let's face it, he did not want to get down....