*An orange cat stands on the ledge of a window on the 12th floor of an apartment building.*
Mrowww!
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Clark heard the meow from three blocks away. He slowed in midair, head turning toward the apartment building until he spotted a familiar streak of orange balanced on the twelfth-floor ledge. For one long second, Superman simply hovered there with his cape shifting behind him, staring at the cat with the exhausted recognition of a man who had already participated in this particular rescue once before.
“Oh, no,” he murmured. “Lois is going to blame me for this somehow.”
He drifted closer until he was level with the window, moving carefully so the wind from his approach wouldn’t startle the cat. Clark held both hands out, palms open, and softened his voice into the same coaxing tone he used for frightened children and particularly stubborn farm animals.
“Hey there, Foofoo. Remember me?” His brows lifted hopefully. “How about you come over here, and we get you back inside before your mom finds out you’ve taken up high-rise adventuring?”
He paused, looking down at the twelve stories of empty air beneath the ledge, then back at the orange culprit. “And please don’t make me explain to Lois that I lost her cat.”
