Cake's Second Rescue
Same cat, same tree. Cake was even in the same spot on the same branch thirty feet high. But this rescue would be different. They all are. Cake is a skittish cat. Even in his own home, he runs from strangers. He was afraid of me during his first rescue, but he was just so exhausted from his several long nights and the summer heat that he just could not run away from me. This time, however, he had energy, and he was so terrified of me that it was heart-breaking. It is so painful for me to hear those desperate, deathly cries of terror and not be able to explain to him that I was a friend and he would be just fine. He thought this was the terrifying end of his life, and he was not going out without letting the world know about it. So he walked out to the end of his branch and shouted his cries and pleas for help just as loudly as he could. Since I could not possibly get close to him, I thought the only thing I could do was to set a cat trap on his branch. I set up the t