Four Rescues
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Despite the appearance of inactivity here, cats have been quite busy getting stuck in trees. I took a short trip out of state, and, while I was gone, I got four rescue calls in one morning, all of which, thankfully, resolved thanks to other rescuers. Before I left on my trip, however, there were two rescue calls, the first of which resolved when the cat came down from an electric power pole on its own shortly after I arrived that night. I didn't do anything except watch in gratitude, but when the cat fell the last few feet straight into the owner's arms for an emotional reunion, I felt both honored to witness such a meaningful and beautiful reunion and yet ashamed to be trespassing into an intimate and private moment. I was deeply touched. (No pictures due to the darkness.) The second rescue was an unknown orange tabby that was stuck in a tree in Livingston for one night. I had to use the rescue-pole to reach him, but he slipped out of the noose and fell. Fortunately, Mike, the