If you look real hard you can see a black & white kitty stuck in this tree. That would be Mischa. She has climbed a big tree... went too high...got stuck. You know the sound they make when this happens? That "Oh mouse-crap, how the heck am I gonna get down. how the heck did I get so high...Help me MEOW!"
They start to panic.
I tried talking her down. She almost fell...twice.
I couldn't take seeing this sweet baby of mine hanging for dear life with two paws, kicking her little hinds in the air 40+ feet above me.
I knew I had to go up...
By the way I am 48 years old...
I haven't climbed trees in a LONG time..
And I wasn't too good at it 40 years ago either. All I could think about was the time I fell out of a tree, Remember that Richie?
But what's a worried Momma to do? She is up there screaming for me.
Up I go...
She is clearly glad to see me and reaches for me, slipping... omgosh... she caught a branch. Up a little higher I go..
I grab her foot, climb higher & pull her to me. She is hanging on for dear life and I have new puncture wounds, but that's okay! She is safe!
Poor Baby. Got more than she bargained for.
She is grounded now.
Taking it easy and trying to help Izzy catch a huge fly.