Fizgig the Homeopathy Cat 4

By the time Fizgig was 10 years old, I had retired from my nursing position and was close to completing my Diploma In Homeopathy.  Fizgig was well settled into her very set routines and behaviours. She had a particular hiding place she used frequently. Our house has a sloping roof with the lowest point at the back of the house. Fizgig had found a way to climb the fence to get up onto the roof at this lowest point. From there she would walk up the roof to a place under the eaves where there was a very small opening - just big enough for her to squeeze through into the ceiling.

That was alright but she would occasionally do a 'Drama Queen' act where there would be this pathetic wailing either from the roof or from her hiding hole in the ceiling. "'I can't get down from the roof ---- I can't get out of this space" she would wail. We would get caught up in her drama as I would try to coax her down off the roof or Keith would climb up and try to get her to come out through the opening in the eaves.

Eventually we discovered this was all a big act and if we ignored her she could get herself out through the opening in the eaves and off the roof. Because she was getting older we became concerned that if she did get stuck in the ceiling of the house, or did get sick or injured and retreated into this space, the only way we would be able to reach her would be to remove sheets of roofing iron. So we made the decision to totally block this opening, after first making sure she was well and truly on the ground.

After this Fizgig disappeared (to be continued)