Easter Sunday I let the cat out to play at a relative's house. She started making her way out of the yard and when someone moved to grab her she ran up a pine tree (yes, I could see this coming!) Usually she gets about 4 feet up and decides to jump down or stays until I pick her off the tree.
But not this time,
The proximity of tweeting birdies was just too much! (birdies landed right out of her reach just to mock her of course)
Hi Mom! I'm checking ze tweets!
Fft, I'm NOT coming down you silly human.
Kitty smacked my head and bit my hand when I climbed up. I picked her up and put her on a lower branch and she went right back up. So I told her she couldn't come down unless she brought me a bird. I went back inside for a few minutes and when I came back out she'd managed to find her way down herself.
She's a brat, but I love her anyways. There's a reason she gets painted as the Cheshire Cat.