Yesterday NikitaKitti didn't turn up for dinner.
He is a homebody, a kitty of regular habits, who likes his meals and his comforts.
And after it finally got quiet (11pm), we went around for one last pass.
One block over we heard him.
There's a house there that was clearly one of the earlier ones in the neighborhood.
It's set way back from the street, on a couple of lots.
The current owners have basically an urban farm – peacocks, chickens, geese, a pig, and a bunch of dogs.
It was way dark.
The basement had a laundry and some storage, and it sounded as if he might be in there.
He was squawking loudly, but it was difficult to track down where he was calling from.
I could open the door, but he didn't come streaking out.
But he was still yelling.
I thought maybe he was on the far side of the fence, though I couldn't see how that could have him trapped.
And at that point we'd finally upset the resident dogs enough that the guy came out.
I think he remembered meeting us, and Sair, a few years ago.
And kitty was helpfully continuing to shriek at us.
Finally I caught a glimpse of dark grey cat ears over the edge of the roof.
Two tall stories – plus basement – up.
There was a ladder.
(Did he climb up an extension ladder????)
The neighbor guy went up the ladder, grabbed him, and carried him down.
I'm making brownies in the morning to drop off.
Kitteh ate a can of tuna, cleaned his butt, and headed out the cat door.
His new epithet is Kittidiot.