Tangerine and Kitty Baby
The cat rescue business has been pretty quiet lately, but it has started picking up again beginning with a juvenile kitty whose name I don't know. I will just call him Tangerine since he is a little orange boy. Actually, I'm not even sure if he is a boy because I never got a good look. He couldn't be more than six months old, and he was stuck forty feet high for three nights in a tree at the edge of the wooded area behind Lisa's backyard in Denham Springs, Louisiana. He belongs to Lisa's next-door neighbor who was not home, so I never got to learn anything about him.
The only thing that I knew for sure was that he was scared. He appeared to be potentially friendly and cooperative when I arrived, but installing my rope so close above him frightened him down to the next crotch. As I climbed up to him, all I could see at first was his backend, and I could not seem to get him to look at me. I didn't want to startle him, so I kept calling to him. It wasn't until I got above him that I could see why he didn't look. He had poked his head under a vine stem which was pressing down on his neck and limiting his movement. He was very uncomfortable with me so close, and he felt trapped. I tried to reassure him, but it took a long time, and, when I would touch him, he reacted strongly to it. It took me several minutes to desensitize him to my touch and calm him, but it appeared to be working. I felt it was best that I grab him by the scruff and bag him, so I broke the stem that was across his neck to free him, and then I bagged him. I held him in my arms for a minute, and he seemed fine and relaxed. I brought him down to the ground, and Lisa took him home for me.