My first cat was stuck on top of our garage roof. I had no idea how she got there but I wouldn't be surprised if our neighbor threw her there. It was noon and the roof was getting pretty hot so I climbed up, got her, fed her and kept her. I named her "Dracula" even if she was a girl. She was a cat that could be easily considered "ugly" because she was predominantly black with brown and orange streaks but to me she was such a cute little thing and I felt sorry for her because she was scared and alone. Dracula pretty much settled at our place and I grew up with her. She would leave from time to time but always come back. She was such a nice cat because she never bothered my chickens or any other pets I had later on. I miss Dracula.
