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The Bellinghman
Date: 2012-09-17 13:14
Subject: Cats
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There we were last night. We'd watched Dr Who and were watching QI. About ten minutes in, we heard a cat yowling.

Now there are a lot of different yowls, not to mention a number of different cats around, so we just assumed one of ours was asserting territorial rights over the black and white mog that keeps wandering into our garden. But after a few minutes, it was apparent that there were no replies, this was a lone cat yowling.

And it sounded like the "I'm here, would you please come and retrieve me?" yowl. Not a desperate yowl, but one where we were supposed to do something. Oddly enough, it was quite distinctly audible within the living room, less so elsewhere in the house.

Sake was tracked down, and was perfectly OK.

Toro, though, not so much. No sign of him.

Time to grab a torch and go outside and try to determine where he was.

Not in our back garden, that was for sure, though he was audibly close by.

Nor in the front garden, though oddly he was still audibly close by.

Next door neighbour was knocked up, and they let us into their garden. No, not there.

But then they spotted him.

He was on top of our roof ridge.

That's why we'd been able to hear him so well in the living room - the sound coming down the chimney.

There's no sensible way for us to get onto our roof, particularly at night, and though I'm sure the Fire Service could get up there, we left him to it. After all, he wasn't actually stuck, he just didn't want that jump down he'd have to do.

So we left him.

Ten minutes later he wandered into the living room and asked for cuddles.

I think he appreciated being check on, even if he hadn't had the proper rescue.

I fear for the pigeons, though. They almost certainly think they're safe up there.
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irishkate: Cosy
User: irishkate
Date: 2012-09-17 12:39 (UTC)
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Cats >.
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User: beckyl
Date: 2012-09-17 13:14 (UTC)
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There is a river at the bottom of our garden. It's about quarter of a mile to the closest bridge for foot traffic. The evening that we went out into the garden calling for the tabby cat because it was late and we hadn't seen him, we heard him clearly answering us with the "I'm here!" chirp. This was not accompanied by the usual bounding up the garden to see us. Torch in hand, we wandered down to the foot of the garden to see what the problem was. Sat on the other side of the river, directly opposite his home garden, was a somewhat plaintive tabby cat. Deo had to take the cat basket, and go get him on foot. Carrying four and a bit kilos of cat half a mile turns out to be tiring... The cat's never done that again though, or if he has, he's found his own way back without our intervention.
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The Bellinghman
User: bellinghman
Date: 2012-09-17 15:03 (UTC)
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When I was young, we had a cat who would happily wander to the nearby farmyard for better rat hunting. 'Nearby' in this case being nearly a mile away up our access road.

She was perfectly happy to get a lift home with us, or to wander back in her own time. At least the bridges across the river were by the house so that never caused her an issue.
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Kari Sperring
User: la_marquise_de_
Date: 2012-09-17 13:23 (UTC)
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Ish has managed to get onto our roof a few times, too. They are sneaky.
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The Bellinghman
User: bellinghman
Date: 2012-09-17 15:00 (UTC)
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Oh dear, so it's your fault, is it? And there I was thinking Toro's bad habits had come from meeting desperance.

I trust that Ish has learnt his way down.
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Kari Sperring: Iskander
User: la_marquise_de_
Date: 2012-09-17 17:06 (UTC)
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Yes. He's never been one for claiming to be stuck, in fact. Too busy to come in, yes, but stuck... Beneath Our Dignity.
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User: ms_cataclysm
Date: 2012-09-17 13:48 (UTC)
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Sarcasticia Nitpickerson
User: tisiphone
Date: 2012-09-17 15:13 (UTC)
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Violet is a ground-based creature, but Max occasionally thinks it's fun to travel over the roofs of the garden sheds to get from garden to garden (despite the fact that there's a perfectly serviceable hole under the carport to get in and out). On more than one occasion, I've had to encourage him down from a 10-foot leap, guide him along the shed to the rubbish bin, and so on. He also sometimes jumps out the bedroom or bathroom window. I've never had to talk him down off the roof, though.
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The Bellinghman
User: bellinghman
Date: 2012-09-17 17:45 (UTC)
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Looking at our roof, it's actually pretty easy, once you've got to the level of the top of the fence, to get all the way up. At least for a cat.

Fence top to the conservatory roof is a flat leap. Onto the garage roof back is a couple of feet. From the garage roof peak to the lower slopes of the main roof front, again a couple of feet. And then it's just up a slope.
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pennski: so many books
User: pennski
Date: 2012-09-17 19:08 (UTC)
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Keyword:so many books
We have a computer garret with windows that open onto our sloping roof - so Snowy loves to climb out of the window and wander around and then demand to come back in again. Sometimes she'll make the leap to the ground, sometimes not.
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Muninn and Huginn
User: muninnhuginn
Date: 2012-09-17 19:20 (UTC)
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Never lost one on a roof before, but Mr Big disappeared down a hole and under the floorboards (and hence along the terrace) for several days. We could hear him through the airbricks.
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Erik V. Olson
User: erikvolson
Date: 2012-09-18 14:41 (UTC)
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A long time ago, we had a pair of cats. One of them discovered how to get to the roof.

Then he discovered a way to come into the house.

He came down the chimney. My father first about died from shock, then about died laughing. After that, if nobody was around to open a door, he'd just take the vertical path.
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