The kids went out to play and I joined them for a bit.
I was only outside for a few minutes when I heard a meow.
The dog started freaking out and it was then that I realized the cat was on the roof again.
Our cat, whose name happens to be Cat, is brilliant.
He used to be an inside/outside cat but one day he just sort of decided to stay outside.
Not really feral as much as mildly wild, no longer fully domestic.
He hunts every moving thing, scales tall trees like nothing I have ever seen, but then comes up to you meowing and purring.
He lets you pet him but then will playfully nip at your hand like he is unsure whether to trust you or not.
It is the strangest thing to see him so friendly with us and then so instinctual, almost primal when he is hopping from the rooftop to a tree and then back onto the ground to run.
I think Cat especially loves to go on the roof because he can taunt the dog who otherwise torments him when he is trying to pay us a visit.
He is the best cat we have ever had the pleasure of semi-owning.
I wish he would come and stay inside with us but he seems to be happiest out in nature.
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