Poor Smudge, she doesn't get any air time at all in this blog.
Smudge is an inside/outside cat, and this summer she seemed to be living off the land, only occasionally showing up for food. Now that it's getting cooler, she's back to her usual pattern, which unfortunately, is meowing at the edge of the roof that ends just outside our bedroom window at some doGforsaken early hour of the morning. She comes up the back steps, across the deck, through the railing, onto the lower roof, over the peak and then along the front of the house to where the roof ends, just out of reach of our bedroom window. And, since I'm the lightest sleeper, it's me that hears her, and depending on how I am feeling about being woken up, I stagger out of the bedroom, round to the living room, and let her in the window.