As you know when I was remodeling the lounge area of the house I took out the ceiling and turned the attic into a loft. (The builder was shocked and needed some convincing) This gives me lots of height above my head and if I must live inside I have to have height above my head.
I have a very tall old wardrobe against one wall in the lounge area that houses many things that I do not want to look at (everything except books and art) and Marmalade has worked out how to climb the ladder to the loft (which is hidden in an old wardrobe in a side room) he runs along the loft floor then jumps down onto the top of the wardrobe. High above everyone and warm.
But he cannot do all that backwards and has trained me to watch for the dangling legs sign. I then hold his basket above my head within reach, and heleaves his eagle perch and climbs into the basket and like a drunken sailor in a row boat rides standing in the basket elevator to the floor.
I am going to have to find him a bigger basket.
We had a heavy frost yesterday, then some sun, bits of rain and even a little snow, with a lot of wind. A strange day all up. But the peacefulness that has settled over the farm like a soft net around a bed, is still in place.
We eat a little, sleep a lot and try to keep clean. The firewood did a Loaves and Fishes overnight and after some splitting looks plentiful. So the fire is roaring, the barometer is rising and we have a few days to get ready for a second round with Old Winter.
I hope you all have a lovely day.
Your friend on the farm
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
80 responses to “A Kitty Elevator”
Dog have masters. Cats have staff.
(I love the stones on top of your posts)
As they say, we don’t own cats – cats own us. When we got our little refugee he was such a teeny little thing & our Bernese Mountain dog is such a moose, that we’d carry Moe around everywhere. Then it dawned on me as he got bigger that he’d just sit there staring at me, waiting for me to carry him down to his food dish. I finally said, buster – if you’re hungry enough, you’ll learn to walk.
The look on his face is priceless. “I’m ready for my ride now. What are you waiting for?”
What a clever kitty!
How funny- maybe you need to call the builder back and ask him to please invent a kitteh elevator for the descent?!? I want to see a picture of the hidden ladder in a wardrobe! How cool is that?