I don’t know if you realize how much of a milestone it is for me, but I got on the counter myself! The counter is like 4 feet off the ground and I’m missing one of my jumping legs.
As a kitten, I would look up and see it towering over me while all my brothers and sisters sat on it, stole food, and got shushed away by mom FOD. BUT! I wasn’t going to let my disability hold me down. I put myself on a strict regimen of one-legged squats, jumps, and running. First, I conquered the coffee table. Then, the cat tree. And now, finally, I’ve made it to the counter! Here’s how:
I run to the chair that’s under the counter, jump up, and as it spins, I hoist myself up to the counter top and Voila! There I am!
The FODs thought they’d finally have a cat that wouldn’t be on the counter but I proved them wrong!
Score 1 for Crepes. Victory is mine.
What have you done that you’re proud of? Tell me about it.