On of the cats I had as a pet thought he was the biggest and bravest cat the world had ever seen.
He was always climbing up trees and telephone poles. He got up and down with no help from us or the fire department.
When I moved to the country there were more trees to climb and then he discovered the house roof. At first I would hear him crying but could not pinpoint his exact location. But he would reappear at night for his food and so I figured he had been up another tree.
Then one day we had to have limbs removed from a big old maple tree that was close to the side of our house. Charlie, had disappeared earlier that day and I figured the sound of the chain saws had kept him away.
That evening Charlie did not come in for his meal and I started calling for him. I hear him crying and went to see if I could locate him.
He was up on the back porch roof, which was only about 9 foot from the ground. I called to Charlie, saying just jump down. Charlie was smart and often had jumped down from furniture when asked too, so he new what jump mean't.
Putting on his brave big cat face he marched down to the edge of the roof and let out a big meow. Piece of cake, no big deal, he could jump.
Then Charlie, looked down. He backed up so fast he tripped over his own feet, while shaking his head as if to say, "No Way."
I had to go find a ladder to help my big brave puzzy cat down off the roof. It was hard going cause I was laughing so hard that tears were streaming from my eyes, and I could not see very well. 
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Charlie The Brave, Or Not 
