I was around 15. The female of the house had bought a silver persian cat and it was fairly grown up.

The back door to the house was set back. Looking out the back door - it had glass top/bottom - the left wall extended forward some 30-40 feet, the right wall maybe 6 feet. Both walls had a light ‘pebbledash’ type finish.

On the far corner of the right wall was a huge fushia bush, and in the near corner was a bin. I have no idea why. The bin was a swing bin top.

I’m in the utility room, which had the back door, and I notice the cat was sniffing around just outside the door. Normal cat stuff.

I moved to the door. Slowly and carefully turned the door handle, then opened it suddenly and yelled.

The cat took off up the left wall, made it a few feet when gravity kicked in and it fell to the floor. It did a 180 and ran up the opposite wall, gravity happened - and the cat dropped into the swing bin with the lid flopping around.

Yes, I rescued it.

Still makes me laugh even now.

Mind, I later nearly killed it. Another post …