Been kitten, doing that!!!

Now, how did I end up here?

I've told you guys a thousand times, now would be the thousand and the first: It is not an easy job being a cat, let alone a kitten. Many a times on a simple day I find myself doing complex stuffs (ya, stuffs, NOT mischief I tell ya) for no apparent reasons. For example,  I start with my random territorial ramblings just to find myself heavily clawing the cardboard box at the corner trying to fit myself into that tiny space; or unwittingly realizing that I'm hanging on that menacing kitchen apron. Dad tells me that it is more like some humans who always find themselves munching on those brown forbidden stuff for me called chocolate. I don't know though why Dad compares my works of greater universal need of cathood to a mere compulsive chocolate devouring ritual of those meager human kind. Anyhow, I can't be bothered as I have been engulfed with such silly human ideas everyday since I came on this planet 4 months back. Well, they, the humans, give good cuddles though to be fair. Now, look how I again strolled away in my thoughts. It is indeed very difficult being me.

So, here, how did I end up on this 8 feet high thin ledge of this door? Catness me, how do I get down now? I guess, it is time to call Dad again. Uff, I have to put up with his silly ideas once again; I am sure he'll call this the "High-rise syndrome" or something of that overtly intellectual sort. Anyhow, I still need help, meowww...