I summoned enough bravery to climb most of the way up that step ladder to get the cat down. Coaxing him down proved to be another challenge. Fortunately for me, the ladder didn’t tip over or collapse, and the cat wasn’t a biter. In fact, he was very sweet and friendly.

Somehow I managed to scoop him up and carry him down with me. He loved the attention I gave him. Another cat (a black shorthair) had gotten curious about all the hullabaloo but wasn’t about to get to close to me or my oldest.

My son managed to read the address on the cat’s collar, which was a good thing because I don’t want a pet. The children are enough, trust me! At any rate, he read off the address, which turned out to be the corner house across the street.

I walked the kitty home and met his master who said, “Oh, Georgie likes to play lame.”

By this time, Georgie had escaped to the bushes and was sitting there like a regal prince, ignoring his master’s call like only a cat would.

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