Stella escaped the house recently and quickly learned a very harsh lesson: there is a mean cat out there. That cat lives next door but considers Stella's yard as her own territory and promptly chased Stella up the nearest tree. The tree is right on the fence line, and Stella eventually settled into a large fork in the tree about 25 feet high. Stella did not know how to climb down, and Liz did not know how to get her down. The next morning, Liz called Christie for advice, and Christie referred her to me.
I gave the bag to Liz, and she took Stella inside to release her. Stella was fine and began to settle back into the comforts of home. Later that evening, Liz sent a picture (last picture below) of Stella to me explaining how Stella had been spending a very long time grooming herself, and Liz had to interrupt Stella's cleaning session for this picture. Apparently, Stella's overnight accommodations did not quite live up to her demanding cleanliness standards, but if that is the worst effect of her misadventure, then I would say she is doing very well indeed.