Too Much Help

I have been trying to do some scraping and prep work on the trim of my house and up along the roof, but have been hindered by a few small details, one being I am terrified of heights. I finally worked up the courage to climb the ladder and do some scraping of the soffet, and do a little caulking. It takes a while because I am hanging on to the ladder for dear life, and trying to decided which hand wants to let go to reach up there to do the work. I manged to get a little area done, and while standing way up there on the ladder, heard a "meow" that seemed to be very close. I looked down towards the ground and saw nothing so decided to step down the ladder and get something I needed. As I attempted to take the first step down, something was in the way. I couldn't move my foot to a rung. It was my cat. The darn cat. He had climbed the ladder and was on the rung just under where my feet were, and he wouldn't move. I think he discovered how high he was and was a bit afraid too. I had a moment of near panic. How wasI going to get the cat out of the way so I could get down. I looked over to the neighbor's house to see if anyone was home, and thought about how long and loud I should yell to get their attention so they could come over and fetch the cat so I could move along down the ladder, and decided that wouldn't work. I decided the best thing to do was just to start yelling at the cat and kind of poke him with my foot. It worked. He gradually took a step down, and then so did I. One rung at a time and very slowly, we went down the ladder until we were both on the ground.

Stupid cat.