Today, at the age of six years, Yellacat is an essential and beloved member of the family, so when he could not be found recently, they all immediately began to search for him. Two nights passed without a sign of him, but on the third day, they finally found him 45 feet high at the tip top of a Tallow tree inside the wooded area behind the house. They had to get some loppers to clear a path through the briers to reach the tree, and they tried to encourage him to come down. Yellacat wanted down, but he just could not figure out how to do it. They worked with friends and neighbors to try other ideas, but they all failed. When Lisa called me, it was already after dark, so I planned to rescue Yellacat in the morning after his third night in the tree.
Once I was better secured into position, we visited for a minute, and then I held the open carrier up to him. He looked inside but was not interested. I opened a can of food for him, and he perked up for that. I let him have a few bites while gradually moving the carrier closer to him. Now that he was focused on the food, I moved the food inside the carrier, shoved it all the way to the back and gave him a chance to go inside. He followed the food inside, but stretched his body and kept his back feet on the limb. I slowly pulled the carrier away from the limb to force him to pull his back legs inside, and, when he did so, I closed the door.