I love my cats. Really I do. As a matter of fact, there are few cats that I've met that I haven't at least liked.
Pumpkin, of course, is a mama's boy, and is my favorite of all cats. Earlier this fall, we discovered that my smart little boy had found a way to get onto the garage roof. Since we live in a townhome complex (think single-story Santa Fe-style rowhouses), this meant he was free to roam the neighborhood.
Not good.