Lord help us all.
With no regard for man or beast, he spends his entire afternoon thrusting himself onto our giant leather playground. And when he's had enough of pacing from end to end, he uses the arms to position himself for a launch onto the side table and then the lamp, or least favorable, the floor. Thankfully I have been there to catch and brace every backwards freefall. But I know that one of these days my flying save will be just a few seconds too late. Then perhaps he will learn that climbing isn't all that it's cracked up to be?
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