I rescued two sweet kitties in Baton Rouge recently. The first one was Blue, a six-year-old girl who was stuck almost 40 feet high in a tree in her own front yard for three nights. She was not comfortable seeing me approach her at first, but once I touched her gently, she relaxed and melted in my hands. Her rescue happened at sunset, so I have very few decent pictures of her in the fading light.
The second rescue was for Chloe, a two-and-a-half-year-old torby, who decided it was safer to escape and climb the Live Oak tree in her back yard than stay in the house where a scary Halloween party was happening. This pretty, big-eyed girl spent the night stretched out near the end of a long branch, and I brought her down the next afternoon. She wasn't sure about me when I approached her, but she was cooperative enough to walk into a carrier for the ride down to the ground.