I am at the grocery store last night, waiting to check out (no cat food in my basket whatsover) surprise, surprise! The store is buzzing with activity as people are planning holiday festivites, making dinner plans or getting together with folks they care about. All I want to do is check out of the madness and go back to the chaos known as my home! LOL

This gentleman in line behind me taps me on the back. I turn around and he says to me “Excuse me, but would you like a kitten?”

I look down at what I am wearing. Not my cutsey kitten sweater or my sweatshirt with kittens parading across the chest. I am not wearing my cat shoes or even my hat that says “Cat Hair, the next best condiment!” I am in a plain sweatshirt, jeans and regular shoes.

I looked at him and asked him the one burning question on my mind. “Why would you ask me that?” and I smiled.

He seemed a bit puzzled, then shrugged his shoulders and said “Something just told me to ask you. I have a 9 month old kitten on the roof of my house. I do not know how he got up there- and he can’t figure out how to get down!”

In talking with him further, I found out he feeds the cats on his roof. He must have followed the other cats up to the roof, but won’t follow them down. His roof is 12 feet high.

I told him I don’t have room for any more cats and so I took his information and made some phone calls to find a place for this roof-walker.