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When Jim stepped out the front door of his house, he was surprised to discover a cat in the Black Cherry tree next to his drive. This was not his cat; this cat was a mystery. It was a long-hair, gray tabby, and by the way it cried down to him below, it appeared to be a tame cat. Since Jim lives at the end of a remote, dead-end road near a river, he assumed this cat was dropped off as has happened before. He does not know what caused this cat to climb his tree, but he has two cat-friendly dogs who may have scared it when all they wanted was to play with it, and he has a black cat that may not have given it a proper welcome. Whatever the reason, the problem now is how to get the cat down. Jim tried all the usual methods of trying to get a cat down out of a tree, but when all his efforts failed, he called the local fire department. They referred him to me, and Jim gave me a call. By this time, the cat had been in the tree two nights, and the morning Jim called me, a serious storm fron


After rescuing over 200 cats, I would have thought I would have run into at least a few cats by the popular name of Garfield, but, surprisingly, this is actually the first. You would normally expect a cat with that name to be an orange tabby, but this time, at least, it is not. In fact, I am having trouble figuring out exactly what to call this unusual long-hair cat. His head is solid black, and the rest of his coat is solid black except for the tips which are a rust color in direct sunlight or otherwise sable. He is such a beautiful and elegant cat, that I would expect to see his glamour picture on the cover of a cat magazine. Paula first got Garfield along with two other all-black litter-mates from a friend who had a soft heart for stray cats and found herself gradually overwhelmed by too many cats. With help from the local shelter, Paula's friend was able to get all the cats fixed, put some up for adoption at the shelter and keep some for herself. Since the shelter told her


Scott was at work when he found a small kitten resting in a dangerous place under a pallet. Since there were no other kittens or mama cat anywhere near, he decided to take the kitten home with him. The female kitten was small enough to fit in his hand, but he and his girlfriend, Kelly, took care of it as it grew into the healthy, two-year-old adult that it is today. They named her Gravy, a name which may seem at first puzzling until you learn that she got along so well with their other cat, Biscuit. Gravy went two houses down the street and got chased by a dog up a neighbor's backyard tree. After some searching, Scott finally found her the next morning on Easter and worked to get her down. Coaxing her down did not work, and she was too high to reach with a ladder. The sympathetic neighbors also offered assistance, but nothing was helping. After searching the internet, Scott found me and gave me a call. By this time, it was getting late in the afternoon on Easter Sunday, but if al


I love cats, but one of the aggravating things about them is their terrible sense of timing. When they cause difficulties or get into trouble, you can be sure it will be at some of the most inconvenient times: minutes before you leave the house to go to work or catch a flight at the airport, when you are in the shower, when guests arrive, or, in this case, getting stuck in a tree just before severe storms are due to arrive.  That is what Bandit did. Bandit is a one-year-old, gray and white cat that belongs to 11-year-old Keaton. They have been together since Bandit was a kitten, and Bandit sleeps in bed with Keaton every night. They have strongly bonded with each other, so when Bandit disappeared, Keaton was very distressed. The family searched for Bandit and eventually found him in a tree around the corner from their house in Denham Springs. They tried their best to get him down, but he was out of their reach, and Bandit could not be coaxed down on his own. By this time, darkness