Here's old puss clumbing through my office window. When he's outside and he's cold, or hungry or bored or wants to be around people, whom he finds endlessly amusing, he climbs up on the roof and comes to my second story office window and meows. I have to take one of the glass panes out of the louvered windows so he can fit in. But then he steps on the edge of the pane, causing it to flip up and making him shy away. So to help him I have to hold the window lever to keep the pane steady. Puss brain that he is, the second he sees my hand he assumes it's there to pet him. So he starts rubbing his head against my hand as if we have all the time in the world. To hurry him up, I sometimes tell him about the great dinner awaiting in his bowl downstairs. If that doesn't work, I say the hell with it and go downstairs myself. Naturally he assumes it's to feed him (why else would I be going downstairs?) and he flies through the window and races down the steps between my legs. We do this two or three times a day. At times I really miss our late departed dog. Whatever else his faults, he never once climbed on the roof and barked at me to open the window.