If Kit Kat had fallen, there were deadly hazards on the ground below in his neighbor's yard in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. In addition to a fence close to the tree, the ground had been covered with tall bamboo shoots which had been cut leaving stiff, eight-inch long, sharp stubs pointing straight up ready to impale anything that fell from above. There was also a large dog that guarded this territory, and he may have been the reason Kit Kat climbed the tree in the first place.
Fortunately, Kit Kat is a friendly boy, and he lived up to that reputation in the tree. He was happy to see me coming up to him, and we made friends instantly. After proper introductions, I prepared the cat bag on my lap and then encouraged him to step on my lap. He readily did so and settled in there probably feeling relieved to have a large, soft place to lie down. I enjoyed having him there for a minute, and then I pulled the bag up around him and brought him down. I handed him to Lindsey who took him inside where she released him. Later, she sent a picture of him sleeping peacefully and comfortably in his soft bed, and that is exactly what I like to see after a rescue. Kit Kat needed and deserved that relief after suffering on that short stub for so long.
