And that's how I discovered that Yet likes to climb trees.
Moments after this, I heard a plaintive mew and flung the camera to the ground. As I ran toward the tree, Yet was climbing down the trunk backwards, struggling against her tangled leash, until finally she was just suspended from her harness like the Golden Fleece.
And moments after my daring Argonautical rescue of her, I lay in the hammock reading Hippolytos while the cats hunted butterflies. Because, as Euripides tells us, some Saturdays life is freaking hard.