This is an early story of Chris and one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy.
We discovered right away that Chris was not going to be content as an indoor cat. Not long after we brought him home, I opened the front door to come in and he raced onto the third floor breezeway. I wasn’t concerned at first because I assumed he was unfamiliar with stairs and his hesitation to go down confirmed that…or so I thought.
As soon as I tried to pick him up, he shot down the stairs, barley pausing on the second floor before racing to the ground. I set the groceries I was carrying in front of the door and gave chase. When I got to him investigating what was in the bushes, he saw me and ran off to the side of the building.
I was eventually able to catch him and struggled to carry him back upstairs. He was fine until I got halfway up the stairs and then…
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