He’s gone and done it again,, a roof top protest. Why he does it I don’t know, he gets up there and then freezes, wont move for love or money. This time the angle for the ladders was impossible so I had to knock on the poor old lady’s door. Can you imagine it in today’s world,, excuse me madam my cats stuck on your roof, do you mind if I come in and grab him from your window,, erm well I had to,, thankfully she recognised me and so I went in and stood on a chair and grabbed him through the window,, I don’t know who’s heart was racing most, mine or his. Rico returned the night I posted he was missing, thank goodness. Oh Olly.
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