Hanging Out

The Munni-cat has made the outside living room windowsill her balcony. She jumps up to it from a little wall. It’s quite a high jump, which none of the other two cats can manage, so she feels quite safe there. 

So much so, that she refuses to come in when I open the window; even when try to bribe her with crunchies.

It doesn’t help that it’s a metal sheet that’s sloping away from the window, and she always looks like she might slip and fall on the tiled cellar stairs below. It also doesn’t help that she recently broke a rib in a fall. 
I can’t help but worry about our oldest cat.