Cat Rescue Guy

It was only two and a half weeks ago that I rescued Zeek from a tree in his backyard, but Zeek did it again. This time, he was stuck in a tree in a neighbor's yard after someone's loose dog chased him there. Fortunately, the neighbor was sympathetic and cooperative and even tried to help Zeek get down. After their efforts failed and Zeek was unable to find a way down on his own, Andy contacted me the next day. When I arrived, Andy led me to the site where I met the neighbors still working to find a way to help Zeek down. It is always such a relief to me when the property owners are cooperative and welcoming, and that was the case this time. I am always very grateful, because, otherwise, the rescue could not be done. Zeek was about 25 feet high in the first fork of the trunk of a very large tree and was very cute poking his head over the edge down below. But shortly before I arrived, he moved over to a very long limb that extended outward over some bamboo. Zeek followed t

I was up high in a tree in Kentwood and just approaching Tigger when my phone rang. I could not answer it, because I was in the middle of a rescue, but after the rescue was completed, I checked my messages and learned that the call was from Joanie whose cat, Wiggles, was stuck in a tree in Folsom. Well, I was already halfway there and rain was expected later, so I called her back and let her know I was on my way. It was a warm and humid day, and I was tired and a little dehydrated, but I should recover enough during the drive over there. I had never been in that area of the state before, and I was surprised to see so many pretty ranch-like homes set very far back on very large and beautiful tracts of land with gently-rolling hills, ponds and long, white fences and barns. I expected to see horses grazing the pastures, but I actually saw very few. Then, to my surprise, when I arrived at the address that Joanie gave me, it was at one of these beautiful ranches. I entered the gate and

Kathy's friend had an unwelcome surprise dumped on her doorstep when an unknown pregnant cat showed up at her house, gave birth to twelve kittens and then left, never to return. That is a huge responsibility to place on anyone, but Kathy's friend decided to take on the challenge. U sing droppers and bottles, s he fed each of them as best she could and then found homes for all of them except two, one of which was the runt of the litter. Kathy is not a cat person, but she decided to help out by adopting these last two. Sadly, the runt did not survive, but the male brown tabby very quickly worked his way into her heart, and this "not a cat person" was now very fond of at least one cat. She named him Tigger. Today, Tigger is a year and a half old and lives happily with Kathy and her family at their rural home near Kentwood. Recently, Kathy heard coyotes in the woods behind her home, and while she did not know it at the time, she now thinks that is when Tigger went mis

We are not sure exactly how long Kingsley had been stuck in that tree. Richard was out of town for two days and found her in the tree when he returned. At first, heeding the world's faulty advice, he thought she might come down on her own, but when that didn't happen, he began to look for more realistic solutions. Richard's daughter, Alex, was Kingsley's actual owner, and she had been very distressed over Kingsley's predicament. Alex's fiance, Madison, was determined to do whatever it took to help his beloved, and in heroic, but foolish, fashion, he free-climbed the tree as best he could. He was unable to reach Kingsley, however, and came back down defeated but safe. It was on the third day that Richard found me through a search on the internet, and a couple hours later, I was there to assess the situation. Richard did not mention on the phone that the cat was in a dead tree, but it certainly became obvious when I arrived. The tree was nothing more than a 30

Noel is a six-month-old tortie who was a Christmas present that Brittany and Kenneth gave to their daughter. Noel is kept inside, but she managed to slip out the door and then got stuck in a tall tree in her front yard. Brittany and Kenneth did everything they could to get her down, but nothing worked. Thankfully, their neighbor learned about me through a comment from someone on Facebook, and they contacted me shortly before Noel's fourth night in the tree. I agreed to go out there in the morning to see if I could help. When I arrived, I instantly heard Noel crying to me and watched her as she walked out on whichever limb would get her closest to me. Wherever I walked, she tried to follow. That is reassuring to me as it indicates that she will likely come to me in the tree. I met Brittany and Kenneth and started installing my rope in the tree. Noel handled the rope installation just fine and was no more distressed than before. I climbed up to her while she paced back and fort

Dana has a big heart and cannot turn her back when she sees an animal in need of rescue. She has helped all manner of creatures, and when she saw that pregnant cat in need of help eight years ago, she did not hesitate to take it home. She was there when the cat introduced five new kittens to the world, but, sadly, three of them did not survive. Dana kept the two survivors, one black and white, the other a gray tabby, and named them Sylvester and Tweety. Eight years later, the two brothers and their mama are still with Dana and are deeply cherished members of her family. It was Tweety, the gray tabby, who recently caused so much worry and stress for Dana. Tweety is strictly an indoor cat, but someone left the door open, and Tweety decided it was time for an adventure. He climbed one of the many trees next to the house and quickly learned about one of his limitations that he had never faced before: he did not know how to climb down. He settled into a small crotch about 40 feet high n

It was Angie's daughter who found the small, gray tabby kitten and brought it home, but it was her granddaughter, of course, who named it MeowMeow. When the landlord said MeowMeow had to go, Angie happily took it to her home in French Settlement.  MeowMeow had been there only one week when some dogs belonging to some weekend visitors down the street chased MeowMeow up a tree. All these experiences were new to MeowMeow, and he did not know how to climb down. So he did what he knew how to do best: he cried. Angie worked and tried so hard to get him down, but failed at every turn. It was on  MeowMeow's third day in the tree when Angie learned about me and gave me a call.  MeowMeow sounded like a dream of a cat to rescue, and I went out there as soon as I could get ready. When I arrived and stepped out of my truck, I could hear  MeowMeow crying and soon found him in the tree. He was only 20 feet high, and while the tree was not ideal for climbing, it was manageable. While I w

When Andy opened his back door to let his cat, Zeek, inside, he was surprised to see that Zeek was not there. Andy looked for him but did not see him around. He called for him and then heard Zeek responding to him, but Andy could not see him or exactly locate him. It took a minute before he found Zeek about 25 feet high on the lowest limb of a large tree in his backyard. Andy tried to get Zeek to come down, but Zeek didn't know how. Andy was getting worried about him and tried everything he could to help Zeek come down, but nothing worked. He borrowed a tall ladder from his workplace and leaned that up against the tree, and it was just tall enough to reach Zeek's limb, but Zeek got spooked by the ladder and went up higher to the next limb. Now, Zeek was 30 feet high and out of reach, and Andy was out of ideas. Fortunately, someone alerted Andy to me, and he called me right away. By this time, Zeek had been in the tree for two and half days. Zeek is a cute orange and white