Cat Rescue Guy

Lucky is a cute, one-year-old orange tabby boy with with a very docile and relaxed disposition. Nothing seems to bother him or frighten him, and that is just the best type of cat to rescue in a tree. Lucky got stuck in a small, sketchy tree in his Geismar backyard, and he was stuck there for three nights before Brooklynn found me.  When I arrived, Lucky was draped over the top crotch of the tree with his legs dangling. His eyes were closed, and I think he was either sleeping or just plain tired. While there were a couple good places to install my rope up high in the tree, they were much too close to where Lucky was resting. I didn't want to scare him or risk hitting him with the weighted bag, so I chose instead to set my rope on the branch well below him and work my way up to him from there. Once I reached him, he gave me a welcome greeting and began to rub his head on the tree. He was very cute as he squirmed around in place a good bit, and he would often hang his head upside-down

This unknown orange and white kitty turned out to be sweet, but he sure did make it hard for me to reach him. For unknown reasons, he climbed up a large Sweet Gum tree outside the fence of Sara's backyard next to a creek, and he went very far out on a long, large limb that arched over the top of an adjacent, smaller tree. The only reason Sara knew he was there was because he cried a lot. He was not easy to find in all the thick foliage of both trees, but Sara finally found him draped over the limb. She created a post on Nextdoor asking for help, and someone there referred her to me. Another person, Kaycie, also responded to that post saying she thought that cat might be her cat that was missing, so she and I both met there the following morning after the kitty's second night in the tree. I spent a long time studying the tree to find a way to reach this crying kitty so far away from the trunk. Dense foliage blocked my view upward, and it was a while before I found a small openin

Juliet is a cute, one-year-old torby who lives with Laremy and Brittany at their rural home near Clinton, Louisiana. Juliet has been indoors all her life so far, but was just given the opportunity to cautiously explore some of the outdoor world when Laremy happened to start his lawnmower. The sudden, unexpected loud noise scared Juliet, and she instinctively ran to the nearest tree at the edge of the woods and climbed it to escape any danger. Laremy and Brittany tried to coax her down, but Juliet could not manage it, and she was well beyond the reach of their ladder. When I arrived, Juliet had been in the tree one night. She was in a skinny Sweet Gum tree, and she was at the top about 40 feet high. The limbs were too small for me to trust, so I could not install my rope in the usual way. I used the ladder to get a head start, and then I slowly worked my way up to the top. Juliet was sweet and receptive when I finally approached her. She remained relaxed as she sniffed my hand and let m

I felt so sorry for Silky when I first saw where she was in the tree. Silky is a one-year-old, long-hair, black kitty who got stuck in a tree on her rural property near Bogalusa. She was 70 feet high near the top of a Sweet Gum tree and about ten feet out on a thin limb that angled upward at a 45-degree angle. It was a very windy day, and she was being tossed around back and forth in long, nausea-inducing curves high in the air with no end in sight. She had been in the tree for three nights, but, fortunately, she was lower in the tree the first two nights, one of which was a long  night of very severe weather . Emma managed to find someone at the electric power company to come out there with a bucket truck on Silky's third day in the tree, but Silky was frightened by it and went higher to where I was now seeing her. I could not bear to leave her in that tree any longer. Unfortunately, the tree was a difficult one to climb. Climbing up the first 35 feet was straightforward, but the

"Senf" is the German word for mustard, but I am not clear what mustard has to do with this cat. Regardless, Senf is an independent tortie who likes to be close to her owner, Tina, but does not like to be touched very much. She likes some petting, but only for a short time and only with Tina. She is an indoor kitty, but she does get some very limited and supervised outdoor time once in a while. On one of those outdoor moments, Tina lost sight of her and could not find her. Tina assumed Senf would return soon on her own, but she didn't. Tina's townhome faces a small parking lot bordered with townhomes in front and a six-foot wooden fence enclosing one side. On the other side of the fence is a wild, wooded area bordering a bayou. When Tina called for Senf, she could hear Senf respond on the other side of the fence but could not tell exactly where she was. Senf would not come to her, and Tina could not get across the fence. It is very difficult to determine the exact loca

Sonya is Chris's three-year-old torbie in Gonzales who got stuck 30 feet high in a tree in a jungle behind the house, and, if she had not been such a sweet, friendly and cooperative girl, I would not have been able to rescue her. She had been stuck in the tree for three nights, and she was anxious to be rescued and was happy to see me coming for her. If she had been afraid and climbed up higher to get away from me, however, I would not have been able to reach her. The tree was dominated by vines, and, because of all the foliage, I could not even see a single limb on the tree, much less find one suitable for installing a rope. I thought about shooting my weighted bag into the mass of vines and hoping to get lucky with sending it over a suitable limb, but that would have been risky. The weighted bag would very likely get tangled in the mass of vines, and I needed it to go through them and fall all the way down through more vines to the ground on the other side before I could use it.

Kim and her daughter, Kelley, first discovered the cat early Saturday morning. He was crying from 60 feet high near the top of the Pine tree in their Pearl River back yard, and every time someone went into the back yard and talked to him, his crying intensified as if desperately pleading for help. They did not know or recognize this young gray cat, but they felt as much sympathy and responsibility for him as they would their own. So did the neighbors. Every day, they all struggled to find a way to help this little kitty, but all their ideas and calls for help failed to bring any relief to the cat. The burden on Kim, especially, was getting to be too much to bear as the days dragged on with no progress. She began to turn on noises in the house to block the cat's cries at night because she could not sleep thinking about it. After the cat's fifth night in the tree, Kelley found and called me, and I went out there that afternoon. The only thing I knew about this cat was that he app