Flying Through the Window

Early this morning Bentley had an adventure.

It all started around 8:12 AM when she was dashing around the house getting ready for work. The lady grabbed her keys, banana, purse, cell-phone and then thought, "I should feed the kittens." Something was not right, something was quite wrong. Every morning there would be two kittens singing a duet called, "Feed Us Now." But this morning there was only one kitten singing a solo called, "I Get Double Food." The lady didn't notice, in fact, the solo singer was quite sweet.

He purred loudly. He felt very cute. He pranced around like if it were the best day of his life.

He got a chin rub here and rubbed the edge of every piece of furniture in pure delight.

Then Fatty, that happy fat cat, made an evil list of all the reasons it would be best to be an only cat:

reasons

#1 More food for me

#2 More cuddles

#3 More food for me

#4 More food for me

Life was becoming perfect. The lady dashed with her keys towards the garage in the basement then stopped for a second to drop a bit of food in the kittens food bowl. Only then she heard a despairing cry, "Howwwwwwwwww?" What was that sad feline voice asking 'how?' "Howwwwwww" the feline cried out again. Fatty ran in circles to distract her but to no avail. She discovered Bentley.

by the trees

He had been watching the World Championship for gymnastics and was inspired to climb to the top of the basement window, like Spiderman, and wedge himself in the 3 inch space between the glass and the screen.

"Howwww?" He demanded to know. "I don't know how this happened to you!" responded the lady with alarm. She tossed off her bag and ran out of the basement to the side of the house to see if she could help her cat. In the meantime, the neighbors were all hustling to their cars, coffee in hand, getting ready for another mundane day in their office. They stopped in their tracks when they saw a real life Broadway show unfolding for free in front of them.

Snug

"Bentley!  Unclaw your talons! Come little guy, you can do this! I believe in you! Get down from there, Monster! Come on, we can unhook your claws from the screen one claw at a time.Come on, Plucky!"

trapped

She coached the tired cat who had been sitting there for hours.

"Howww?" He inquired...

She ran in the house, and Fatty darted between her feet. He was determined to stop her from saving that cat who would keep him from eating at Le Grande Buffe'. "Get out of the way, Dingo" she shoved Fatty aside. She took out the food bag and shook it in front of the basement glass, hoping to coax Bentley out of his tight squeeze. Fatty did back flips, clapped his little paws in delight and saw that Bentley would never be free.

The lady dropped the bag of food (Fatty dove into it) and she ran outside just in time to hear a shrilling scream like a soprano getting punched at the opera. Bentley had enough of his fat brother taunting him. He shook his claws with all of his might against the screen and fell 15 feet to his destiny. The neighbors laughed, got in their cars and drove off to their mundane day. Bentley heaved in and out, his eyes were huge and the first thing he thought to do was to eat some grass. When the lady reached him, she scooped him in her arms, grabbed the piece of window on the ground and ran in the house.

Bentley was fine.

cautious steps

Howw it happened we don't know. 

Fatty is plotting his revenge.

The lady drove to work looking like she had been in a wild street cat fight. In fact, she sort of had.