Scaredy Cat

Chico has many wonderful qualities - he's handsome, friendly, loyal, and when he's not covered in dirt, he smells really good.  But, smart?  Hmmm....  Well, he seems to be able to find the softest place to sleep within a half mile radius (earlier today I found him taking a snooze in Scarlett's car seat that was sitting outside) and he's finally learned that he will never be allowed into our bedroom so there's no use crying outside our door for hours (those were some loooong nights), but sometimes I question his smarts.  Last night was the third time Chico has climbed on the roof with no knowledge of how to get down.  I know he's up there when I hear him frantically pacing back and forth and as soon as I walk outside he starts meowing and freaking out.  As much as we try to convince him to jump onto a nearby ledge to get down, he refuses.  So, I have to climb the ledge, coax him to the edge of the roof with cheese and yank him down.  The funniest part is while all of this is happening, Rocky jumps from the roof to the ledge and back again just to see what's going on.  Show off.