Actually, it was a Spanish terracotta clay roof, and it was more warm than hot, but you get the picture, right? Sometime last evening, this "little" guy escaped out of a second story window and onto the roof below. I waited by the window, arms outstretched, cooing and coaxing his return. I even tried throwing around a bag of his favorite treats, to tempt him. No success. After he meowed and cried for what seemed like eternity, I realized that he was probably too pleasantly plump and too scared to jump back up, into the window. So, out I went, crawling onto the warm clay roof, in the cool darkness, to rescue him.