Kitty on a Cool Tile Roof
I was "working" on my computer Sunday when out of my window I noticed a shadow creeping across my backyard wall that was being cast from my roof. I could tell from its shape that it was a cat! How in the world a cat got up on my roof is beyond me.
I went out back and climbed the wall on the side of my house to get a better view of the kitty. When it saw me it immediately started crying with this sad and incessant meow while being sure to remain out of reach. I've had enough kids to know when a cry means "I'm hungry" but it was not going to trust me just yet.
It was time for some bait...
It was some fresh turkey my wife made as a trial run for Thanksgiving Day.
No chance this kitty with spiderman capabilities can turn this down!
One whiff and he was hooked.
...mmmmmm turkey...
Don't be shy lil kitty, you know you want some!
He wasn't going to bite while my hand was attached to the fork.
To build some trust I left it lying there for kitty to try.
It didn't take long until he decided he was going to take a bite.
Carefully weaseling his way down the curves in the tile roof he inched closer, not taking his eyes off of me.
That was until my two youngest came out to see what I was up to.
He soon realized that they were no threat and turned his attention back to the turkey.
Now I got him. There was no way he was going to get this close without taking a few bites.
With him hooked, I inched closer to get ahold of the fork which is at arm's length as the roof's edge is just below my shoulder.
Clearly disappointed that I decided to pick the fork back up, he deeply weighs the possibilities while the taste of turkey melts on his tongue.
The answer is obvious.
The turkey wins.
Just don't bite the hand that feeds ya...
Now, how do I get you off of this roof!?
Savoring the delicious turkey his attention is returned to my kids who excitedly encourage me to get the kitty down so they can get their hands on him.
Apparently no amount of yummy turkey is worth being in the hands of a 3 and 4 year old.
He decides that the plastic owl (that the pigeons crap on) would make better company.
I went out back and climbed the wall on the side of my house to get a better view of the kitty. When it saw me it immediately started crying with this sad and incessant meow while being sure to remain out of reach. I've had enough kids to know when a cry means "I'm hungry" but it was not going to trust me just yet.
It was time for some bait...
It was some fresh turkey my wife made as a trial run for Thanksgiving Day.
No chance this kitty with spiderman capabilities can turn this down!
One whiff and he was hooked.
...mmmmmm turkey...
Don't be shy lil kitty, you know you want some!
He wasn't going to bite while my hand was attached to the fork.
To build some trust I left it lying there for kitty to try.
It didn't take long until he decided he was going to take a bite.
Carefully weaseling his way down the curves in the tile roof he inched closer, not taking his eyes off of me.
That was until my two youngest came out to see what I was up to.
He soon realized that they were no threat and turned his attention back to the turkey.
Now I got him. There was no way he was going to get this close without taking a few bites.
With him hooked, I inched closer to get ahold of the fork which is at arm's length as the roof's edge is just below my shoulder.
Clearly disappointed that I decided to pick the fork back up, he deeply weighs the possibilities while the taste of turkey melts on his tongue.
The answer is obvious.
The turkey wins.
Just don't bite the hand that feeds ya...
Now, how do I get you off of this roof!?
Savoring the delicious turkey his attention is returned to my kids who excitedly encourage me to get the kitty down so they can get their hands on him.
Apparently no amount of yummy turkey is worth being in the hands of a 3 and 4 year old.
He decides that the plastic owl (that the pigeons crap on) would make better company.
Yup, he's a smart one. And that's not being sarcastic! lol
Posted by
Jo |
1:17 PM
nor is that sar-cat-stic!
i kill me
Posted by
Peakah |
1:39 PM
haha. I feel for that cat.
Posted by
Tyler |
2:03 PM
How hot was that roof?
Posted by
Dr. Phat Tony |
2:29 PM
TD: yeah, having The Weasel and The Muffin molest him would've been ugly...
DPT: it was beautiful out, mid 60's Ya can't beat the weather out here in Vegas this time of year...
Posted by
Peakah |
2:36 PM
Hope kitty made it home.
Posted by
Sezme |
2:41 PM
I actually took an extension ladder and went up there to see if he was munching on dead pigeons or what...
When I got up there, he took off and JUMPED off of the roof and bolted across the street! I was impressed...
Posted by
Peakah |
3:00 PM
Cats usually like being as high as possible! That's high! He looks well-fed--even without the turkey! I was expecting to see the two cheerleaders!
Posted by
Anonymous |
5:26 PM
This was fun to read. Thanks. Maybe you should Tweak it and make a children's book out of it! I haven't gotten as aggressive with the squirrels that climb the huge antenna right outside my computer room window. When their tails swish - I think a person is passing by the window. Animals add a lot to our day.
Posted by
Anonymous |
12:12 AM
Happy Thanksgiving Brah!!!
Posted by
Ssssteve |
6:00 PM
The only way that story could have been better is if you stabbed the cat with the fork. Heh.
Posted by
Buckaroo Banzai |
11:04 AM
Wyatt: you must have me confused with Dr Phat Tony...
Posted by
Peakah |
11:05 AM
Aww, such a pretty kitty too.
And you actually went up, more than once even, to save him/her? Impressive! *g*
Hope you and yours have a fabulous Thanksgiving, Peakah. :)
Posted by
Uber |
11:32 AM
Josh,
I really enjoyed the pics and story. :)
Hope you and yours have a very happy and safe Thanksgiving.
Posted by
kateykakes |
12:24 PM