I just don't. I don't like how sharp their teeth look, the hissing, the claws, the way they walk around like they are better than you, and I really don't like how indestructible they are. They can jump from any height and be fine. I don't like that. Anyway, there is a cat that gave birth to some kittens behind my apartment a few weeks ago. We watch them through the window all the time, and they are pretty cute but I knew it was only a matter of time until they turned into... well, cats. So this morning some incessant meowing started at 6:30 am and I noticed that one of the kittens was stuck on the roof, and another was stuck on the other side of the fence from where they live. We watched them all day long, trying to get down from the roof, or trying to get to the other side of the fence, and by 2 o clock Griff and I decided to step in. It was operation kitten rescue. The first kitten that was stuck in the yard, ran from me and jump in the wheel well of a car.

Naturally, one would think that you would just reach your hand in and pull the sweet kitty out, but since I have a thing about cats, it took me about 20 minutes to work up the courage. I was only able to do it after I put on Aaron's most heavy duty motorcycle gloves for protection.

Griff was amazed.
Kitty #2 was much easier. I climbed on a ledge, and grabbed that sucker with my motorcycle glove. No problems.

Griff was a huge help.

Both kitties were returned to Mama cat and the meowing finally stopped. Kitty rescuing is hard work but someone has got do it.