Winchester Bibeau, Feline Extraordinaire (Minus Acrobatics)

In my world, animals are just as important as people, and I'm one of the biggest suckers around for stray animals/animals I think need my tender loving care. In saying that, it should not be suprising for you to know that we have 3 cats and two dogs (and hopefully someday a chinchilla, a nice fish tank, another dog-possibly a doberman ... and ... who knows!) Anyways we live in an apartment - second floor to be exact and in the winter we open the patio door to lower the electric bill, which allows the animals to roam freely. The cats always jump up on the stucco wall and look out upon the world, which I think is cute the way they look (Aristocats ... ADORABLE) BUT it also scares me because they're my four legged babies and I worry they won't realize that they can't jump down without seriously injuring themselves. lol.

That's where Winchester (the fatest of my cats, and by far the laziest)  comes in. He is always pushing the limits; limits to the amount of food he can ingest really. So the other night, I was brushing my teeth, getting ready for bed and RJ (my boyfriend) comes running in the bathroom yelling "OMG come look at Winnie!" So I run out there thinking he's going to be doing something stupid that I've seen a million times, but RJ hasn't because he works a lot when I look out onto the patio ... and Winchester isn't there. HE WAS OVER THE RAILING ON THE ROOF TO THE FIRST FLOOR!! First I was worried, so I got his food bowl and shook it to encourage him to come back up (works everytime, he never says no to food.) and he couldn't get back up!! Then I REALLY start to panic, thankfully RJ said he could go downstairs and climb up the brick wall and get him down.

Long story short, I had a panic attack. My poor Winchester was in a sticky situation, meowing to me in despiration and I couldn't do anything about it.

Worst. Feeling. Ever.