I love the expression on the woman just to the left of the tree. I wonder about the kid next to her, though; most boys that age don’t know the meaning of ‘disgust’, unless it involves being kissed by a girl.
The reason you don’t see cat skeletons in trees is that when they die they fall to the ground.
And while they can theoretically get down, in practice they are generally too afraid to. Unlike squirrels, whose feet rotate so they can descend head-first, cats have to get down from trees without being able to see where they’re going or what’s waiting for them when they get down.
I suppose Baby Fireball is going to sneak into the radio room and broadcast a plea for help. Although I don’t know what the people getting the signal are going to make of “dah-dah-dit dah-dah-dah dah-dah-dah” over and over again.
Ninja in pink pants.