Cat on a cold tiled roof

I woke up very early this morning — maybe around 4am — and for some reason I instinctively looked over to the Velux window (our bedroom is part of an attic conversion). Which is odd, because I have such terrible eyesight I’m not sure what I hoped to see.

But I did see something: I saw one of our cats, Spot, looking in through the window at me, from above. It had been such a warm night that I’d left the window open ajar. I didn’t think that (a) it was open enough for the cat to get out of, or (b) that the cat would be stupid enough to venture out onto the sloped roof. But I was wrong on both counts. I stumbled over to the window, gently pushed it open further, and coaxed Spot back in.

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Gareth Saunders

I’m Gareth J M Saunders, 46 years old, 6′ 4″, father of 3 boys (including twins). Latterly, web architect and agile project manager at the University of St Andrews and warden at Agnes Blackadder Hall. Currently on sabbatical. I am a priest in the Scottish Episcopal Church, and I sing with the NYCGB alumni choir.

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