The Kat's Pajamas

I came home around midnight Saturday night and upon entering my house, Mici (my cat) decided to sneak out. I was feeling rather tired and I was in no mood to try to retrieve her. Therefore, I decided she can just stay out until I decide to wake up in the morning.

Since I was feeling rather congested from yet another cold I managed to catch (courtesy of one of my labmates), I could not quite fall asleep until 6 am. Of course the strong Kenyan coffee I had a few hours earlier might have had something to do with that as well. Around 7 am I hear through my closed windows this pitiful mewing. Being half-asleep, I figured it was one of the neighborhood cats and did my best to ignore it and continue sleeping. But that was just not to be. The mewing continued and got even louder. Finally I recognized that it was Mici mewing. I figured that she had enough of her evening escape and wanted back inside. So, being the good forgiving human, I dragged myself out of bed to let her in through the front door.

So, I open the front door and called her. The mewing continued and no Mici. Again I call her. The mewing continued and no Mici. I call her again. Then I hear this scampering on the awning. Still not being fully awake, I had not quite put 2 and 2 together and went out on the porch and down the steps to investigate. I was still in my pajamas at the time. I look up and see Mici on the roof crying even more loudly upon seeing me. How the heck did she get up there? I then explained to her that it was to her benefit to come down from there. The mewing from her got only louder and more frantic after I explained this to her. It became obvious that she could not figure out how to get back down. Of course, I explained to her that she should come down the same way she went up. But sadly, my words fell on "deaf" furry ears. Her mewing continued to get only more frantic and she scampered about the roof very distressed. I realized that I must somehow get her down and I started to worry that she, in her distressed state, might fall and hurt herself.

I remembered that there was a ladder in the garage and decided to go get it. I figured that I would use the ladder to climb up on the roof and bring the cat down. Considering how distressed the cat was and my worry, I realized that there was no time to change from my pajamas to more appropriate cat retrieving attire. All I could think of was what the neighbors will be thinking of me on the roof in my pajamas on a Sunday morning. Great, just great. I could even envision myself on the local evening news.

In the process of getting the ladder, Mici somehow realized the proper method to come down and so she did. I thankfully never did have to climb up on the roof in my pajamas and make the evening news.

But at least I was wearing my pajamas and not Victoria's Secret...