Zac escaped! Found on roof

We went to bed last night and later on David got up to the toilet and saw the front door a bit ajar. Zac nowhere to be found. The front door in heavy rain warps a bit and you have to really slam it to shut it. Then you have to make sure it's closed, but sometimes you forget. Thing is it looks shut, just that the lock isn't quite in to the metal thing on the door frame. At a quick glance you'd swear it was shut.

Anyway a bit of wind must have pushed it ajar. Lucky we had a towel there otherwise the thing may have been wide open for most of the night.

So it's panic stations. He's a real runner and could be anywhere. David goes around the block three times calling for him. I look in the washroom out the back and around the grounds. Nothing.

Being from a farm I say to David that he'll come back in the morning to get fed, he's not stupid. That's what farm cats do, but of course this is the middle of Sydney and all kinds of different dangers around. 

Then David calls out to get the ladder, he's on the bloody roof FFS! Looking just as innocent as ever like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. Looking like "what?" *sheesh* He jumps really high, must have got up on the rubbish bins, then onto the washroom roof, then onto the main roof. The same washroom I'd been looking in earlier. He'd probably been up there the whole time looking around at the big wide world.

Then it was the classic cat stuck on a roof thing and can't get down. Luckily the ladder was tall enough.