I thought flies were supposed to be long gone by Christmas...

Allen was meowing his funny meow this morning and trying to get onto the windowsill (he couldn't fit) and Pouncer took over for him:

You see - there was a FLY in the window. (OH NO!)

Pouncer's checking out his options.


Its rather high up there... Allen what do you think I should do?


Won't she get mad if I climb the window to get to it?


In the end, I had to lift him up and hold him until he caught the bad bad fly. Either that or have him fall for the third time and bring down the sheers with him