Showing posts from October, 2018


I had just arrived home after the rescue of Minerva when my phone rang. The call was from Paul who asked if I could rescue his cat, Monkey, who had been stuck in a tree for five days. Paul lives with his wife, Melanie, in a remote area, and Monkey was stuck up very high in a very tall Red Oak tree just inside the woods behind his home. Monkey got his name because of how quickly he climbs up trees. He has done this before with other trees, but he always stops on the first branch and comes down from there. In this tree, however, the first branch was at least 40 feet high, and Monkey didn't know how to get down from that height. I got the directions to their home and told them I would be there as soon as I could. After I hung up, however, I remembered that my wife and I had planned a date to the LSU Opera performance that evening, so this would have to be a quick rescue for me to make it back home in time. Fortunately, my wife is a very understanding woman and knows that a last-min


Lance's wife drove to the store a few miles away, and when she got out of the car, she heard a faint meow from somewhere. She looked around and didn't see a cat anywhere, so she did her shopping, came back to the car and drove home. When she got out of her car, again, she heard a faint meow. Now she was very concerned and called her husband, Lance, out to help investigate. When they opened the hood of the car, they found a kitten hiding in a small space behind the headlights. They pulled the kitten out of the car and took it inside. The kitten was scared, of course, but otherwise fine. She was a beautiful Torbie, and they decided to keep her. Their two small boys wanted to name her Minerva from the Harry Potter tales, and she settled into her new home very well. Today, Minerva is about nine months old, and she got stuck in a tree in her backyard. She had climbed it before, but she went only to the first fork of the tree which was about ten feet high and was able to come b


Sherlock was only 6-months old when he had his first experience with tree-climbing. As a healthy, energetic, gray tabby boy, he had no trouble at all climbing up and very quickly and proudly found himself 35 feet high. But when he wanted to go down, he discovered he couldn't do it. If there was a secret to going down, he didn't know it. It seems that his mama never taught him how to do that. Fortunately, Triche saw his plight and sprung into action. Triche took Sherlock from her daughter and grand-daughter when they became concerned about Sherlock's safety around his large, canine brothers. Triche called the local fire department, and they actually sent someone out there with a ladder. The fireman saw that he could not reach the cat with his ladder, so he called me. After talking with him and Triche, I agreed to go out there to see if I could get Sherlock down. I had some difficulties getting my rope installed in the tree, and the commotion I created caused some conce