Fortunately, Midnight's rescue went quicker than I expected, so, as I drove toward home after that rescue, I called James to let him know that I would be able to rescue Inky that day after all. He sounded relieved and happy to hear that.
Inky is a six-month-old, black kitten that was stuck about 40 feet high in a Pecan tree which was growing at the backyard fence line. As I climbed up to her, I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was not frightened or overly concerned about me. When I was able to reach my hand up and place it on her limb, she readily walked up to it to give it a good sniff. After a minute of the usual formalities, she seemed ready to make friends with me. I was soon petting her, and she appeared perfectly comfortable with me. From there, it was an easy progression to bagging her, and she handled it very well. I gave her some more reassurance while holding her in my lap, and then we went down.
After packing my gear and hauling it from the back yard to the street where I was parked, Judy came outside on her front porch and began to thank me. I don't remember the words she said, but the overflowing expressions of relief, joy, and gratitude were unforgettable. The emotion of her voice and the free and expressive nature of her gestures and body language spoke volumes, and I have never felt so fully and beautifully thanked for a rescue before. Judy touched my heart and reminded me why these rescues are so important, and I really needed to hear that at that moment. This is why I do this. Thank you, Judy, for reminding me.