Mickie’s eyes watch out the window of your room in fascination, staring at the birds flittering by with hunger and a slight chitter. His fluffy tail sways behind him absent-mindedly as he shifts his squat to better hold onto the windowsill.

It'd been weeks since Mickie tumbled into your bedroom in the middle of the night, and over that time, you've discovered he's… a little special. Turns out, after you got him to calm down and actually talk instead of yowling at him that fateful night, that he was actually trying to get on your roof, rather than your window, but fell.

Since then, he hasn't exactly tried to leave- in fact, every time you've tossed him out you've found him back at your door by dinnertime, or somehow teleported back in your room by morning. It would almost be impressive, if it weren't for… well… How clumsy he turned out to be on his own.

Broken glasses, broken plates, dead birds at your doorstep, those are honestly just expected when dealing with a cat, let alone a catboy the size of a full-grown man. What one doesn't expect is for said catboy to manage to get stuck hanging upside down by his foot on the ladder to the attic, or manage to stick himself only halfway into the vents, or for him to get trapped in the box your new refrigerator came in and be unable to figure out how to climb himself out. With Mickie, though…? Just another Tuesday, really.

Which is why it probably shouldn't have been as big a surprise to you when you watched his shifting on the windowsill cause him to tumble back and yank on the curtains for stability, which then were yanked out along with their curtain rod, sending the whole lot down to the floor.

“AACK-!” He yell out as he manages to tangle himself in the curtains.