Remember the cat from the last post? Well, this morning, he was up to no good.
6:45 AM Alex comes to Christina in bed: “uhm… Sandeep… he’s uh…, missing.”
With that, I bolt out of bed, freaking out, on the verge of tears. The only place he could go is down, three stories.
Out we went yelling his name like a good Indian mum and dad. Then there was meowing, from above. He’s on the roof looking down at us.
There's no access to the roof from our place, unless you
are bipedal and have opposable thumbs. Last I checked, he didn’t.