Yesterday I looked out the window toward Mama Cat, Cookie and Nacho’s house and I was shocked by what I saw. Mama Cat was up on the roof! I yelled, “Mama Cat! What are you doing!? Get Down from there!”
Mama Cat looked at me with a puzzled expression. She asked why she should get down. I told her that she was up too high and it wasn’t safe. I said that if she fell off the roof she could get hurt. She looked down and seemed to be contemplating the distance to the ground.
After assessing her situation for a moment, Mama Cat said, “Leader Otis, it doesn’t look that high to me. I think maybe I can jump down…” I yelled, “Noooooo! Mama Cat! Don’t you dare jump! I’m guessing you must be at least a million feet up in the air out there!”
After looking over the edge for several more seconds, Mama Cat backed away and said, “Alright Leader Otis. If you say it is too high, I guess I will trust you. I’m still not so sure though. I mean, why would my guardians let me come up here if it’s so high that I might fall and get hurt?” All I could say to that was, “I wish I knew, Mama Cat. I really wish I knew.” Mama Cat then shrugged and walked out of sight over the peak of the roof.
Much later I breathed a sigh of relief as I saw Mama Cat walking around back down on the ground. I didn’t want to tell her when she was still on the roof, because I thought it might cause her to panic, but it wasn’t just the height of the roof that was making Me nervous. I frequently see huge eagles flying overhead in our neighborhood. Mama Cat only weighs about five pounds, and she’d be a pretty easy snack for a bird that weighs more than double that. If one swooped down on her on the roof, her only choice would be whether to jump or get eaten. I know Mama Cat’s guardians don’t want to lose her. I just wish they would start showing it.
So Sayeth Otis