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Cat stuck in a tree?

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It happens all the time. All cats are natural tree climbers, but when it is time to come down, some cats know how to climb down and some don’t. Those that don’t know how to come down are truly stuck. When the cat is stuck, the cat and its owner are both suffering, and that suffering is needlessly prolonged when numerous people convince the owner that all cats come down on their own. That is not true. Some cats will come down, but some won't. If the cat has had enough time to figure out how to come down on its own and is still stuck, then it's time for a rescue. All About Cats in Trees The subject of cats in trees is poorly understood by the general public, and I hope that the  Cats in Trees section will bring some much-needed clarity to the topic. I invite you to use the navigation links in the sidebar to explore this section where I share all that I have learned about cats in trees, such as why cats get stuck , what to do if you find a cat in a tree , how to coax a cat do

Spaghetti

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All hands on deck! That was the response of the entire family when their beloved cat, Spaghetti, went missing from their home in Holden, Louisiana. This was an emergency, and everyone in the family dropped what they were doing and went to their battle stations to help in the search. Spaghetti is a special girl and has a deep bond with each member of the family. She is two years old now, but when she was born, she and all her littermates were given the name of a pasta noodle. She is a peculiar mix of mismatched tabby and Siamese parts. It's as if her body couldn't decide if she should be a tabby or Siamese, so she became both, and the result is a unique and beautiful blue-eyed girl. Most people are not thrilled about getting a phone call at 2:00 AM, but this family was delighted to get that call from their next-door neighbor and friend who knew how important this cat was to them. The neighbor had found the cat in a tree on her property, and they went out there immediately to fin

Unknown Gray Tabby

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Every cat has a story. Unfortunately, most of the time, we don't know it or know only part of it, and the cat has no way to tell us. Every time I go to rescue an unknown cat, I wish he could tell me his story. I'd like to know why he is in the tree, does he have a home, if he has a home, what his life has been like thus far. When I went to rescue this unknown gray tabby in Denham Springs, I wished so badly he could tell me his story. When I climbed up to him, he readily walked along the limb to me expecting me to be friendly, and he trusted me completely. He was ready to step on my lap right away, so I spread the bottom of the cat bag on my lap first and let him step on my lap. I pulled the bag up around him and took him down. This was one of the easiest rescues I have done. Once we were on the ground, I kept him in the bag so I could scan him thoroughly for a microchip. He was not wearing a collar, so I was hoping for a microchip so I could return this sweet boy back to the ho

Friday

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I got three phone calls for rescues within minutes of each other, but, fortunately, two of them resolved when the cat climbed down on his own just an hour or two after the call. Friday, the five-month-old black kitty in Ponchatoula, Louisiana was the only one who could not figure out how to climb down on her own, so I went there to rescue her after she spent one night in the tree. Friday was thirty feet high in the tree and easy to rescue. She was happy to see me climb up to her and trusted me readily. After we visited for a few minutes, I spread the cat bag over my lap and motioned to her to come step on it, but she didn't understand that. When I pulled out a bag of treats, she understood that right away. All I had to do was hold the treats off to the side of my lap, and she stepped into place with no trouble. I pulled the bag up around her and took her back down to the ground where her mama, Alex, was anxiously waiting to take her home. Later that afternoon, Alex sent some post-r

Snuggles

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A cat this cute with a name like Snuggles just has to be sweet. Well, she is sweet to her family, but to me, she was a stubborn tease. She was friendly as long as I didn't try to touch her. Every time my hand got too close, she turned around and left, and she had a lot of room to roam on this leaning Live Oak stem by her home in Ponchatoula, Louisiana. I had to climb the tree at the end of her stem, and I was very limited in where I could go. I needed Snuggles to come to me, and come to me she did. Often. I lost count, but it must have been over twenty times that she came to me and then turned around and went away every time my hand got too close. She was interested in food, so to get my hands out of the way, I put the food in the back of the carrier and held it up to her. She actually walked all the way inside but jumped right back out before I could fully close the door. After that, she had no interest in the carrier. After much too long trying to win her trust, I finally bagged