I just rescued a cat that got herself trapped on my deck. She must have been traveling the kitty highway on my rooftop, made a detour down onto the deck, then found she couldn't climb the rather high walls to get back to the roof. I know, it's so inconsiderate of me not to have any furniture, trellises or plants that can conveniently be climbed up.
I was chilling on my sofa reading some Steven Brust when I heard some odd noises from out front, beyond the deck doors. Some minor tintinnabulation, but I couldn't place it exactly. It stopped after a minute or so. After another 5 or 10 minutes, I heard the unmistakable yowl of an unhappy cat. I grew up surrounded by cats (at one point we had about 15 (all outdoors cats so no it wasn't that kind of house)) so I know that sound intimately. I got up and turned on the deck light, went out and found a scaredy-cat hiding in the corner. I think she was just at a loss for what to do.
Cats are okay in my book, but I'm very allergic so I avoid them as much as possible. It's been so long since I've had to manage an unhappy cat that it took me a few minutes to come up with a plan. I figured I'd get her some tuna to make friends. Unfortunately we just had our canned food drive at work so I was out of tuna. Oh well, I'd just have to make friends the old-fashioned way. I put on some shoes and closed all the doors in the house so she couldn't hide under a bed if she got loose, put on a jacket in case she wanted to scratch, and went back out. Poor thing was so distraught that when I appeared she rushed over and started nuzzling me looking for comfort, and looking in the deck door (which I had closed) wanting to get in and off the damn deck. I took a few minutes petting her and scratching her head so she'd get used to me. I also read her tag which showed she lived just a few doors down the street.
After I had her calmed down a little I scooped her up in my arm, holding her so she could see where we were going. I took her on a brisk dash through my house, down three stories (it's a townhouse) to the front door. She did pretty good, and didn't freak out too much and never got hissy with me. I plopped her down outside the front door, and led her to the stairs that would take her down to the street. She made a hasty exit, and turned the right way to get herself home.
I'm glad I was home and was able to rescue her. It would have been awful if she'd tried to get off the deck and had fallen 25 feet to the courtyard below. I think I'll take a shower now to make sure my good deed doesn't result in me having an allergy attack. Oh how I wish I wasn't allergic to cats and dogs.