The cat had big dreams of escape—freedom, grass, adventure.
But the me had bigger plans.
Strapped into a tiny harness with a wooden spatula sticking out like a ridiculous backpack, he marched toward the railing.
“One small step for cat,” he thought… bonk.
The spatula hit the bars.
He tried again. Sideways. Backwards. Dramatic pause.
Bonk.
Freedom denied.
Finally, he sat down, staring into the green yard like a philosopher who just lost an argument.
Running away? Impossible.
Dignity? Also gone.
And that day, the cat learned an important lesson:
You can’t escape when you’re armed with kitchen equipment. 🫡🐱
