Desperation

I was sitting on our porch, enjoying some sunny, warm weather when I heard some desperate meowing. Tabitha, a neighbor's cat ( I blipped her recently) was on the roof and crying as though she were trapped. I felt guilty at blipping her before rescuing her, but by the time I got a chair in place, she had rescued herself. As a firefighter once told me as to why they don't rescue cats,"You don't see many cat skeletons in trees."