Showing posts from December, 2020


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


With this rescue, this sweet, one-year-old, orange tabby boy experienced a change in both name and owner.  The man who originally owned him named him Nub because of his bob tail and decided to let his young, next-door neighbor, Sarah, have him after the rescue. Sarah loved the cat and was thrilled to have him, and she decided to name him Toby. So the cat went up the tree as Nub and came down as Toby. By whatever name, this cat is a sweetie, and he had been stuck 60 feet high in a Pine tree in Gulfport, Mississippi for three days and was desperate to get back down on the ground. Once I climbed up to him, Toby happily greeted me and readily let me make friends with him. All I had to do was hold the carrier up to him, and he stepped inside. After I brought him down, Sarah took him, released him in his familiar territory and then fed him. After several minutes getting settled back into his original territory, Toby was taken next door to his new home with Sarah where he is enjoying a good l

Sylvester, Cheech and Squeaks

I have fallen far behind in reporting my rescues, and I want to get back on track starting with these three rescues from early-to-middle November. The first one is Sylvester, a sweet black and white boy who, at 13 years old, is unusually old for a tree rescue. He was stuck in a dense Cedar tree next to his house in Pride, Louisiana for three nights, and, despite his reputation for not liking strangers, he was very happy to see me. I am especially grateful for his patience with me as I took so much time weaving myself around all the many small limbs to reach him and preparing to secure him in the cat bag. He and his family are all very happy now that he is back down on the ground and safely inside his home again. The next rescue was for Cheech, a three-year-old black kitty, who was stuck in a tree for one night in Duson. In my rush to get him down before sunset, I failed to think about turning on the camera and got no pictures or video of him. While access to his tree was less than conv