No, this is a story about a cat, so let's not get bogged down in the petty details about how the vines tested my patience and hampered my climbing by getting caught on my feet and gear and even prevented me from turning my head, or how some of the vines were so tough that I could not even break them out of my way. Talking about all the troubles and miseries I had trying to climb the tree would just take the focus away from the cat, so let's just not talk about that.
Instead, let me tell you about a three-year-old boy named Domino who, for reasons unknown, climbed a tree just on the other side of his back fence. That lot behind his house is overgrown, and the fence-line, volunteer tree that Domino chose to climb was thin and only forty feet high. Domino could have stopped in a large, comfortable resting spot about 30 feet high, but he went all the way to the top and did not know how to come back down. He was not visible most of the time because of all the foliage, but, once in a while, he got on a perch where he could poke his head above the foliage and talk to Sarah on the ground below. He had spent two nights up there before I arrived to rescue him.