My parents’ one boy kitteh, Winston, one time “Treed Himself” and my mom was beside herself. Dad called a tree trimmer service and put him on speakerphone so mom could hear and asked, “So, you say you have been a Professional Arborist for 37 years. Now let me ask you a question... in 37 YEARS, how many CAT SKELETONS did you find?”
My dad’s designer was there in the home office, and he was a real animal lover. He refused to leave Winston out there, and he went out with an extension ladder and rescued him.
Dad, softened up afterwards... When Winnie died, he cried.
Great story. Reminds me when I was just a kid, my beloved cat climbed up an ancient maple tree. Every effort to coax him down failed....he only climbed higher and higher. To add to the dilemma, he yowled something fierce.
I was so frantic ....I cried and cried and was beside myself. After three days mom called the fire department.....they said.....*Lady we don’t do treed cats....suppose one of us fell and got hurt.* My dad couldn’t stand my fretting any longer, so he called a meeting of his Explorer Scouts and asked for a volunteer.
The smallest boy volunteered....or maybe it was his buddies that volunteered him....I can’t recall....but he wiggled his way through the dense branches and grabbed the cat and they both came down, safely, thank Goodness. To this day, Craig Barnes remains my *hero*.....wherever you are today, Craig...thanks again.