Meet Icarus. She’s quite cute, isn’t she? Like her namesake, she fell from the sky. Or, more precisely, from our roof. The attic seems to have developed a small cat infestation. Audrey and I found her while leaving for the gym. Two people who were nearby were watching over her and gave us a more complete account. Evidently she was on the top of our roof, calling for her mother, then jumped down, and miraculously, only broke her tail. We took her to the animal hospital and got her patched up, and now she seems to be energetic and happy.

We’re going to call the Humane Society to see if they can take care of the ones still up in the attic. This little one, though, I don’t think we can part with.