Last night The Husband and I rescued a cat and reunited him with his human dad.You should know that I’m always on the hunt for lost animals so this was like the best night of my life.
We heard this incessant meowing coming from outside our bedroom window and after some investigation we found an orange furball stuck on our roof. Thus began the rescue process. We removed the screen and I heroically stuck half my body out the window while The Husband held on to the other half. Then I made a bunch of kissy noises until the cat creeped my way and I was able to grab him. I pulled him through the window and we cuddled for a while. It was an instant connection. He made himself at home, played with the dogs and purred on my lap before we reluctantly called the number on his tag. Then his dad came to pick him up and we had to say goodbye. It was a dramatic night with a bittersweet ending. We were really proud of ourselves.
Happy Friday the 13th!
Tank didn’t stay still long enough for me to take a decent picture.