If it were not for the pictures that Laurie sent to me after the rescue, I would never know what Skippy looked like. The best view I had of him was from the ground when he was 30 feet high peeping over the edge of his perch in the middle of a massive union of branches in his Baton Rouge backyard. Once I got in the tree with him, I caught only very brief glimpses of him, mostly his butt, as he tried to get away from me. The picture below shows the only time I saw his head, and that lasted only half a second. I was expecting a stranger-friendly kitty who would be happy to see me, but, instead, Skippy was terrified of me and did his best to keep as much distance between us as possible. I tried to reassure him, but he wasn't having it. Fortunately, he went down instead of up where his rescue could have become a nightmare, but he managed to stay behind the large branches out of my sight. When I approached too closely, even though I was still out of sight, he could not stand it any more and tried to climb head-first straight down the large trunk. Not surprisingly, he fell but landed on the soft ground and ran straight into the house thus ending his one-night stay in the tree. He is fine, and the whole family is very happy to have him safe inside again, but that is not how I wanted or expected this rescue to happen.