Cat on a Roof

by Sara McDonald

When we lived in the yellow house we had a cat that had figured out that it could get to the front porch roof from the tree in the front yard. Mom and dad’s bedroom window was accessible from the porch roof and the cat could come to it in the middle of the night and cry to be let in. You can only imagine how much Dad appreciated this! And he bitched about it endlessly and we feared he would get rid of the cat. Well, he studied the situation and found there was one big limb that the cat would use to get onto the roof. So Dad sawed off this major limb, and for the rest of that evening we all sat outside on the front porch watching the cat repeatedly run up the trunk of the tree heading for the roof, start out that limb and stop dead, teetering on the edge, confused. It would then back down the tree and try again. It was great entertainment and Dad was very pleased to have not only solved the problem but also to have tortured our cat.