Barnaby
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I have a confession to make: sometimes, when I get a call for a rescue, I am not happy about it. Sometimes, I have other things I want to do, and, sometimes, I am just tired and don't want to be bothered with it. When Companion Animal Alliance (CAA) called to tell me that someone reported an unknown cat in a tree in a busy commercial part of town, I didn't want to deal with it. My heart was not in it at that moment, but I knew that every time I felt that way in the past, in the end, I was always very happy that I did it and ashamed of my reluctance. This was one of those times. There wasn't much information in the report. The caller never actually saw a cat. All I knew was that someone heard a cat crying across the street from the entrance to a particular restaurant, and they thought it might be in a tree. The cat was unknown, but CAA told me that, if I find and get the cat, I could bring it to them. I grumbled as I got ready and drove over there, but, as soon as I got out