Here he is, Quint, on the short wall overlooking the abyss some twenty feet down to a very hard floor. Why is he doing this? He knows this is forbidden behavior, that Mom’s going to have a heart attack if she sees him here, that Dad will yell at him to, “Get down and right this minute, young man!”

Does this willful cat get down right this minute?

No, the willful cat does not. He looks for an exit. Not the safe floor right behind him. No, he looks down the banister, longingly. Don’t do it, Quint. Don’t do it.

Does he stop there?

Nope. This ManCat thinks perhaps the banister might just be the best route down. After all, his sister, Tessa, a.k.a. Danger Cat, has surfed down it a time or two (resulting in emergency room visits and X-rays, we’ll add), so all should be a go, right?

QUINT! GET DOWN NOW!

Geez, calm down. I wasn’t really going to do it. I was just . . . thinking of the possibilities, you know, for future reference. Don’t get all upset. Meow.

You’re skirting the edges of getting yourself grounded for the rest of the summer, young man. You know better. Do not do this again.

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A Colehaus Cats flashback:

2019 – No post
2018 – A Story as Told by Olivia
2017 – No post
2016 – Bored
2015 – Monday Morning Sleepyhead
2014 – No post
2013 – No post
2012 – Newton on Contrast and Blending