I should have expected Laverne to be scared of me. After all, I had had a long string of scaredy cat rescues, and Laverne just happened to live next door to Karen, another scaredy cat I tried to rescue just four days earlier. But, still, I was naively hopeful that Laverne would be sweet and cooperative.
I approached her calmly and gently, but Laverne decided from the beginning that my presence was unacceptable. She didn't fuss or hiss. She just let me know that I was not welcome, and, if I came any closer, she was walking away out to the end of that long limb where I would never be able to get her. It mattered not to her how long I waited. She could wait longer.
When I went back out there, I found Laverne sitting on a different limb, and the trap door was closed. She had eaten the trail of food I left to lead her into the trap, and she had apparently bumped the trap door and caused it to close while she was still on the outside. Well, now it's time to get more aggressive.
I climbed back up the tree, but, this time, she was now on the opposite side of the wide trunk and not in a good position to hear or see me. It occurred to me that I could sneak up to her and grab her before she had a chance to get away. I prepared my cat bag and climbed the last few feet where I could now see her backside. She still did not know I was there. I reached around, grabbed her by the scruff and pulled her off her perch. I pulled the bag over her, set her in my lap for some calming and reassuring pets and then brought her down. That quickly and easily, it was over.
She also sent an additional picture of Laverne with her canine siblings. Apparently, there is a strict, formal, black-and-white dress code in this family.