Can you imagine the surprise when I looked out my french doors and witnessed Diesel two stories off the ground? This my second story deck/porch that he is above.
I "think" he was hunting birds. But we all know the birds are way smarter...and therefore in no real danger. It didn't take long for Diesel to decide that it is much easier to come inside...whine incessantly for wet food (to which I oblige and feed him) and then curl up for a warm nap.
I feel sorry for Mark sometimes...he frequently becomes the napping space. Shoot...frequently? Almost always is more accurate. At least Diesel is safe here.
