The time was passing. We moved into another apartment. Our second child was born and Jacek was as guarding as always. After another two years, we decided to move out from Kraków to Brussels, Belgium. It didn't work out for us and we decided to come back soon after. During the few months there though, Jacek was mostly staying at the house we rented. Except for one adventure...

One of the nice properties of the place where we lived in Brussels was a roof terrace, where we frequently threw BBQ parties. On one occasion, Jacek came out of the entrance and, feeling adventourous apparently, decided to explore the terrace. It was all going well, until he decided to jump on a neighboring roof. Despite me asking him to come back, he went the other direction, eventually passing few more roofs. The last one was located around one meter lower and the cat got stuck there, unable to come back. At first, we thought he will be able to make it back with a help of his claws, but apparently he lost the skill of climbing. I was going to follow his steps and take him back but my wife advised me it might be suspicious to do it at night. I.e. someone might get scared seeing me on the roof, the police will be called and I will end up spending next few hours explaining what I was doing there.

I tried the more socially acceptable route, went downstairs and tried to reach the neighbors. However, they were apparently out. It got dark and we decided to let Jacek stay there, left the roof entrance open and hoped he will get back by the morning.

We were wrong. He meowed all night long, making us sleepless. In the morning I decided to take the roof route and help get him back. I hoped it's gonna be easy, but in the end was expecting to go get him and carry back home. He never dared to visit that roof again.

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