This one will be quick, but I wanted to share with you…

Last night, before bed, I looked outside to check that The Interloper had water and was under the porch cover since it had just started pouring rain. I could hear him out there, but couldn’t see him, and as my backyard is, well, TINY, I was a little worried. I went out on the porch, called my “Here, kitty kitty!” and could hear him yelling even louder.

I opened the door in the fence and called again, looking up and down the side yard and starting to get pretty wet…

Then I looked up.

The Interloper had somehow gotten himself ONTO THE ROOF. I am NOT KIDDING.

If it hadn’t been raining, I’d have taken a picture.

Anyway, we got the ladder and I climbed up and fished him off of the eaves and gave him a snack and put down a towel for him to have a bed that would also keep him dry.

It did make me wonder what I would do if I woke up in the middle of the night to find a kitty outside our second floor bedroom window…