An acrocat's brave circus act

Four floors up, a young neighbouring cat decided to go exploring, or perhaps to assert an extrovert nature, felt a compulsion to show off.

I was enjoying a slice of breakfast toast as the strange routine began. Just as if this playful little fellow might have resolved to leap to his death, he squeezed out of a window and stepped onto the window sill.

He was four floors above almost instant death.

The window gave way to pure air, or as pure as this part of Surbiton can offer. The sill has no retaining edge, no verandah a floor below, no pot plants nor shelves.

My toast was forgotten as I watched the cat peer over the edge, seem to judge the chances, and then just squeezed out of the window, and walked somewhat uncertainly along the very narrow sill to the adjoining window.

Walking a tightrope

Fortunately, no morning dew lingered from dawn. We hadn't have a shower for many days. The temperature certainly didn't give frost a look in.

And out of sight of the owners, watched by a fellow pet cat in the flat, the brave fellow walked the tightrope to the next window.

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