BCB is 50 something and counting.
We have a cat and he has a curfew of 6pm.
Cat is pretty good, if he's not hanging around the house he comes back to the house at about 5:45 - 6
today 6:15 comes and no sign of cat.
Looking for him I find him in a Mexican stand off with neighbours cat over our back fence (vacant lot)
Just sitting about 2m apart staring at each other.
Calling our cat, no joy, still staring at each other.
So I throw a couple of twigs to move the neighbours cat on, neck minute its all on for young and old!
So what do I do?
Jumped the bloody 1800 high fence.
Neighbours cat immediately bolted, probably due to my grunting as I hit the deck on their side
Mrs BCB is like -"R U alright, do I need to get the car and come pick U up?"
Funnily enough I was fine, climbed back over the fence without jumping, a little more dignified.
One problem getting old, you never really feel old, your body just doesn't work as good as it used to