
So our babies have become very curious about their new home and set out to explore every square inch. A few times they managed to sneak out into the rest of the house at night, but we found them and brought them back. Naturally the more we spent time with them, the more we learned about them. They loved to climb up to tall places, like the top of our cabinet, so we bought them a cat tree and they absolutely loved it. Pom Pom also loves to chase string or anything small that moves for that matter; while Ben Ben prefers to grab small toys, throw them, then chase them herself.
The greatest difference between them lies in their CATenality. Pom Pom is curious about everything, while Ben Ben is afraid of everything. When we first brought them home we were disappointed about how timid was Ben Ben and how playful was Pom Pom. Well, curiosity doesn't always go well with cats.
During the summer the kitchen area where we allow the cats to roam can become really hot so there are a few windows open. What we didn't realize was that one of the windows doesn't have a screen and a sink is perfectly placed for a cat to hop on and out the window. After some time had passed we realized that Pom Pom was nowhere to be seen. The doors were closed so there was no way she could have gone downstairs. Then we saw the open window.
Immediately we go outside and check around the house, calling for Pom Pom. Our cats aren't declawed, so they can climb, but they've never been outdoor cats and it was pitch black outside, so we were terribly worried. As I approached the backyard I suddenly heard a sad
meow from above me. I looked up and Pom Pom was crouched on the ceiling looking down at me. We tried to lure her back to the window, but she refused to go back the way she came. So borrowed a ladder from the family and called her to the back porch. Pom Pom approached nervously, still meowing for help, but there was no way we were going up there. Fortunately, we knew Pom Pom's weakness for lasers. After shining the pointer close to the ladder, Pom Pom got clos

e enough for me to pick her up. Of course she became terrified once I picked her up; it was an unfortunate time to drop the flashlight I was holding. The sound startled her into a clawing frenzy and I could only get her through the door before she literally tore out of my grasp and ran back up to our room. I needed some antiseptic ointment and some bandages, but other than that, we were all fine.
Pom Pom stayed under the bed for almost an hour, but as soon as she came out she went right back for the window. We were wise enough to close it.