I first rescued Cookie a year and a half ago, and I remember her as a friendly and cooperative little tortie. I am always happy to rescue sweet kitties like Cookie as many times as needed, so I was happy to get the call to go rescue her again. Cookie is over two years old now, and, this time, she was stuck across the street from her Erwinville house in a neighbor's Pecan tree.
When I climbed up to Cookie, the first thing I noticed is that she is a lot bigger than she was when I rescued her the first time. She was only nine months old then, and she grew into a big girl. I also could not help but notice a GPS device on her collar which Bennett and Jessica used to locate her. Because they were able to locate her so quickly, Cookie spent only one night in the tree.
After the novelty of visiting with a friendly stranger wore off, Cookie went back out the limb and sprawled out on her belly to settle down. After all, there was nothing particularly charming about him, and he didn't appear to be of any use to her.
I was unable to get her to come back to me after that, so I opened a can of food. When she saw me dump the food into a container, she perked up and immediately came toward me again. I had the cat bag already prepared on my arm, so when she came to me, I let her eat a few bites while I petted her and massaged her scruff, and then I held her by the scruff while pulling the bag over her. As soon as I felt her scruff, I could feel that this was one of those slippery scruffs that I have encountered only a few times before. I could feel myself losing my grip on her, so I had to hurriedly bag her. It was not very pretty or graceful, but I managed to keep her contained in the bag and then I held her in my arms to comfort and reassure her.
Cookie is safe and sound at home now and settling back into her routine.