When I arrived, GrayC was about 25 feet high in a Pine tree that was rather small and had no limbs available that were suitable for installing a climbing rope, so I climbed the tree using a slow method. GrayC watched me and was calm and patient as she waited for me to reach her. She spoke to me rarely, but her voice was more like a soft, scratchy squeak than a meow. Once I was within reach, I petted her gently, and she was just as relaxed and comfortable with me as she could be. I lifted her out of the crotch where she had draped her small body and placed her in my lap. She was very docile and did not complain one bit. I held her there for a few minutes to enjoy connecting with this sweet ball of fluff, and then I pulled the carrier up to her. As soon as the carrier came to rest in front of her, she happily stepped inside, and I closed the door and brought her down.
Later that evening, Brandy sent these pictures of GrayC enjoying some much-needed sleeping and cuddling time after her unpleasant stay in an uncomfortable tree.