I have three large, old windows in my bedroom which overlook the roof as most cape cod homes do. Inside, Doug noticed something scurry across the shingles. I assured him it was one of the many squirrels that tries to terrorize me all summer. Not satisfied with my answer, he looked more closely and it was MY CAT.Napoleon had edged out the corner of one screen just enough to escape and was running wild outside. Doug removed the screen and was chasing him all over the roof—apparently Naps was a little confused and scared. Between Doug's corralling moves and my shaking his food bowl, we finally convinced him to come back in.
Needless to say, the windows are shut down tighter than alcatraz now, and Doug has earned major brownie points for saving my crazy cat—I'm sure a grown man clamoring on my roof yelling "Napoleon!" was an interesting sight for the neighbors. I wonder how long he would have been out there if we hadn't rescued him?
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