Just like a billy goat

My person is doing some projects. She got out the ladder. I love the ladder. Sometimes I go in the basement and climb the ladder. My person usually rushes down and says "Milo! What is all that clattering?" Then I look down at her from the top rung.

Yesterday she brought the ladder upstairs. First it was in the hallway. I climbed it, and I howled when I got to the top. Then it was near the closet. I climbed it again. This time, the ladder helped me go to a high shelf I had never been on before. I liked it a lot. My person said she will keep the ladder out for me to use.