When Cortney called me on the phone to see if I could rescue his cat, I could hear the cat in the background crying desperately. I could tell from the cat's cry that this was going to be an easy rescue. The volume, pitch, melodic shape, intensity, and repetition rate all sounded like a young, desperate kitty who would be happy to see anyone up there in the tree with her. She sounded like a juvenile, and Cortney confirmed that she is six months old. Of course, I didn't yet know anything about the tree, but I went out there pretty confident that at least the cat would be easy.The cat, named Hogwarts by the young daughter, was stuck about 30 feet high in a tree in the woods next to their home in Denham Springs, Louisiana. She had been there only a few hours, but she was alerting the whole neighborhood with her crying, and the family was very anxious to get her down as soon as possible. By the time I arrived, Cortney had already cut a trail through the dense undergrowth to the tree, and I was very grateful for that.
When I climbed up to Hogwarts, the cute brown tabby girl met all my expectations. She was desperate for me to get up there and rescue her. She leaned down toward me, rubbed her face against the tree, and greeted me happily. I spread the bottom of the cat bag over my lap, and she wasted no time in stepping on my lap. She was so excited to be rescued that she couldn't sit still. While I petted her, she rubbed her face on my lap and belly with the knowledge that I would take her safely home. I pulled the sides of the bag up around her, and she continued to squirm inside the bag. I reassured her, took her down, and gave her to Cortney who took her back home where she resumed playing with her toys. So everyone is happy, the neighborhood is quiet again, and I just love rescuing sweet kitties like this.
