I have a cat, and I'm a self-proclaimed one-cat man, but this little cat has really grown on me.

About two weeks ago, I noticed that the sound of a cat meowing outside my Brooklyn apartment had been going on for most of the day. I have a cat, Mimosa, and I'm used to the sound of the stray cats in the parking lot below conjuring up a fine cacophony of wails at times, but this meowing sounded a little more helpless.

I went outside to my building's shared terrace, followed the sound, and realized that it was coming from the rooftop of a building on the next block over. I looked up and there, on the roof, was a tiny black kitten perched on the edge meowing. And meo

It was funny at first, in an absurd way, and as there were some birds hanging out on a fire escape below I assumed the kitten had somehow gotten up there in an attempt to catch a pigeon. But the noise returned the next day and the kitten was still up there. It dawned on me that the kitten was stuck.