Ernest and Laverne
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No, it's not the name of a new TV program. These are the names of the cats in the next two rescues I did immediately after rescuing the unknown white cat . Ernest and Laverne are not related, but their rescues were very similar. In both cases, I broke my usual protocol of going up to them slowly, earning their trust, and making friends with them before securing them. Instead, I stealthily climbed up to them, surprised them, and grabbed them quickly before they could escape. So why was I so rude and forceful with them when I could have been polite and gentle? Ernest is an eight-month-old, gray-and-white tabby boy who normally runs away from strangers, and he was stuck in a tree immediately behind his backyard fence in Baton Rouge and had spent one night there. On the other side of the tree trunk was another fence which bordered a yard containing a very large dog with a rather intimidating appearance. Ernest was perched about 25 feet high, and there was at least 30 feet more of the t