Ron

Ron is a cool dude. He is much too cool to be like one of those younger, weak-minded cats who get stuck in a tree and then whine about it. No, Ron is a cool orange tabby who just happens to be hanging out high in a Pine tree next to his house for two nights while relaxing in the shade, enjoying the views, and monitoring all the activity in the neighborhood. So when I showed up in the tree with him, he made it appear that he was slightly annoyed with my intrusion while politely acknowledging me with the minimal amount of enthusiasm that would be proper to show any uninvited guest. He had no use for me there and certainly did not need my help, but he politely allowed me to pet him while we exchanged formal pleasantries. Since he is known to be a lap-sitter at home, I spread the cat bag over my lap and gave him an invitation to step there, but that was unthinkable to him since that would make it appear that he was weak, needy, and eager to be rescued. He ignored my lap completely, but he didn't mind at all when I gently held him in place while I dropped the bag around him and forced him into the bag. After all, that was clearly being done without his consent. It wasn't until he was back on the ground with his family that he relaxed his cool-dude image and showed his joy and relief at being safe at home again by purring and rubbing his body against everyone's legs. Of course, it does no harm to show your soft side to your own family, but out in the public, Ron is always one cool dude.