Coal

I always feel a little apprehensive when I get a call to rescue a cat that no one knows, and there are two reasons for that. First, I am unable to gather any information about the cat before the rescue to predict his reaction and to plan how to approach him. Secondly, there is the problem of what to do with him once I bring him down. If no one there is able to take responsibility for the cat, it falls on me to decide his fate. So when John called me to rescue an unknown black cat in his back yard, I felt apprehensive. When I arrived at the site and saw the cat, I immediately felt much better. There I found a small, solid black cat, probably less than a year old, 20 feet high in a tree, looking at us and crying for help. A feral cat would not be crying like that, so I felt relieved that at least the probability of a friendly, cooperative cat was fairly high. The cat watched my preparations as I installed the rope in the tree well above him, and he ...