Our six year old Siamese, Jake always seemed like a fairly smart cat until
just recently.  A couple of months ago we had some of the trees in the front
yard pruned back.  Jake was in the habit of using one tree to get on and off
the roof.  Only with it pruned, he could jump on to the roof, but not back
off.  It didn't happen too often and we figured he would learn.

A cat learn its lesson?  Never happen, I know.

As the weather has got colder and the nights earlier, he seems to get stuck
up there more and more often.  In the last week its become a daily thing.

And he cannot get down without help.

I can't go up on a ladder.  Charlie shouldn't.  That's how he broke his foot
in January.  And it isn't easy coming back down a ladder with a squirming
cat.  They tend to forget half way down that they are being rescued.  So
mostly we have left him up there till one of the grandson's gets home if we
can.  We have to have raised these six foot tall children for a reason
right.

Tonight it was down to freezing and a wind starting to come up.  Jake is
back up on the roof crying.  I'm home alone.  And the boys aren't expected.
When Charlie gets home from the store he is limping, and flops down on a
chair looking miserable.  And started muttering vile thoughts when I told
him Jake was back on the roof crying.

Then I remember that when the cats go up into the rafters in the garage to
get in and out of the attic, they of course walk all over the car.  So I
backed the car out part way to put it under the edge of the roof.  Jake of
course runs to the other end of the roof in fear of the running car.  But I
left the there and once he calmed down, he came back.  And after a dozen
fearful false starts he jumped to the car and from there to the ground.

Jo