Curiosity (almost) killed the cat..

We recently bought a small white kitten, I'm talking less than a month ago, and already, it's life in the Wilson household has been frought with peril and danger.
New rules such as keeping the toilet seat down, watching behind you when you close a door, and not hanging clothing on the furniture have become common place and routine for the residents here. But no matter how much effort is made to protect the small fluff-ball from impending doom, it seems to still find itself constantly battling on a day-to-day basis with the threat of losing one of it's nine lives in some garish manner..

Some situations I've found it in include things like hearing it meow from inside the dish-washer just before closing the door, seeing paws under the fridge door as I return the mayonnaise to the top shelf, and seeing a tiny distorted outline in the back of the couch, followed by two sets of claws poking through the fabric.
But undoubtedly, the most interesting brush with fate happened yesterday.
I was in a nearby suburb buying some green fabric to make a green-screen in my back yard for a compositing assignment, and my sister (still at home) had decided to take kitty out into the garden for a frolic. I returned 20 minutes later to find my sister by the letterbox, staring into space and talking in a panick-stricken tone to herself..

Now before my better judgement took hold I was about to gently apply a cloth doused in chloroform to her airways and make sure she stayed in the garden bed while I called the psychiatric ward, but I soon realised that she was in fact staring at the top of a very spindly, leafless tree, at the top of which sat Cino, the cat..
An hour later, the fire brigade left. We took the cat back inside, scolding it, but gently, and with milk, and made sure all the doors to the outside world were shut. Needless to say I took the liberty of booking the cat into the vet to have it's claws clipped..
I've never been a cat person. Not much has changed..

Jimzip :D