Last night was warm and interesting, and Cav flatly refused to come in. In
fact, he showed his bottom to me, jumped into next door's garden, and
disappeared into the shrubbery. I called for him at 11 p.m. and again at
midnight, but he had decided to have some fun, and didn't show up.

So I went to bed, what else can you do?

At 5:30, a familiar, urgent, whining and meowing noise woke us up. Ade
grunted and said 'does he want to go out?'. I thought for a long moment,
then said 'He is out. He must be at the front door, wanting to come in." Ade
sighed and went downstairs. I lay there for a moment, then realised that the
noise was much too loud to be coming from the front door. I got up, opened
the curtains, and saw Cav's frantic little one-eyed face staring at me in
panic, as his claws tried to keep their purchase on the narrow plastic
window ledge. He was at full stretch, balancing with his back paws on the
tiled. sloping porch roof.

So, I shouted to Ade, found the window key, opened the window, and dragged
the cat into the bedroom, thereby joining the exclusive group of rpca
members to have performed the Dance of the Naked Cat Lady. I just hope that
none of my neighbours were awake.

We sent Cav downstairs, and tried to get back to sleep. Two minutes later,
he started to whinge again outside the bedroom door. Ade got up. It seemed
that Ripley had enjoyed the luxury of a night in alone so much that he'd
eaten all the food. Ade fed the cats, and came back to bed.

Ten minutes later, Cav was back. I got up, opened the door. "Now what do you
want?" I asked. He meeped at me, ran to the window, jumped onto the window
ledge, and begged to be let out the same way that he'd come in. I refused.
He is now sulking.