Cat Rescue Guy

As soon as I stepped out of my car early that morning, I could hear the most heart-breaking cries I have ever heard from a cat in a tree. The cries of desperation and emergency were coming from high in a tree in the middle of a wooded area, but I could not see the cat. As I stood there standing in awe of the loud cry coming from this eight-month-old kitty, Heather joined me and pointed to her about 50 feet high. The cat's name is Paris, and, fortunately, she is the friendly one. The other cat, Paris's littermate, is Jolie, and she is not friendly. Just as Heather told me that, Jolie walked up to me and started rubbing her body against my legs. I reached down and petted her, and she pushed her body up into my hand in enjoyment of this attention from a stranger. If Jolie is the one that is not friendly, I can't wait to meet Paris. Paris has been stuck in this tree by her home near Youngsville, Louisiana for three cold nights, and the third night she had just endured was the c...

For a ten-month-old kitty, Isaiah sure did wander far from his home in Watson, Louisiana before getting stuck in a tree. From the driveway, we had to walk 500 feet to the wooded area and then another 300 feet through the woods to find him almost 70 feet high in a Sweetgum tree. It took his family five days to find him, and he is lucky that they did. Usually, when a cat gets stuck in a tree in a wooded area, it is along the edge, so finding Isaiah so deep is unusual and unexpected. Isaiah is normally a very friendly boy, even with strangers, but he was scared when I started climbing up to him, and it took me thirty minutes to calm him down to the point where he could trust me. It was probably the Churu squeeze-tube treat that won him over. Once he allowed himself to taste it, he lapped it up like the desperately starving kitty that he was. With each lick, he made yum-yum vocal noises which were cute, funny and pitifully sad. Poor thing. This was the first taste of food he has had in fiv...

As I turned onto the short, rural, dead-end road near Prairieville, Louisiana, I immediately saw Austin standing there to the side looking up into a nearby tree. As promised, he was waiting there for me to arrive so he could show me where the kitten was stuck in a tree. The property was overgrown, and there was an old, handmade "No Dumping" sign nearby suggesting that this has been regarded as an attractive dumping site in the past. Some old paved areas on the ground revealed signs that a house was once here long ago, but they were all so covered with vegetation now that a casual passer-by would not notice any sign of such history here. The tree where the kitten was resting was in an advanced state of decline. What was once a tall, vase-shaped tree now had only two remaining stems leaning off-balance to one side. While there was still some life in those two stems, they did not appear healthy or well supported, and what remained of the rest of the tree was clearly dead. The up...

Carl and his wife were outside their home in Watson, Louisiana one evening when they heard the faint cry of a cat which sounded very familiar. Their cat, Oscar, had been missing for two days, and the cry they heard sounded very much like Oscar's voice. They were excited to think that he was now returning home, but since the cry wasn't getting closer, they followed the sound of his cries and quickly found him two houses down in their neighbor's tree. Oscar was about 20 feet high, and all of Carl's efforts to rescue him failed. When a neighbor told him about me, he called me, and I went out there that same afternoon. Oscar was a little hesitant to trust me at first, but something changed his mind and convinced him that I was there to help, and he walked down the long limb toward me. He sniffed my hand, let me pet him, and then he began rubbing his face all over my lap. I spread the bottom of the cat bag over my lap, and as he was rubbing his face on it, he began to lose h...

Shavon's black cat had been missing for a few days when she discovered a cat stuck high in a neighbor's tree. She had been hearing the cat crying for the past two days, but she could not find it until now. The cat was black, but it was about 50 feet high, and she could not see it well enough to determine if it was her missing cat or not. She contacted me for help, and I was there the next morning feeling very confident that it would be her missing cat. The cat was a bit cautious with me at first, but quickly turned friendly and trusting just as I expected from Shavon's description of her cat. This sweet cat stepped on my lap where I had prepared the cat bag, and I pulled the sides of the bag up around it and brought it down. I released the cat on the ground, and that is when Shavon got her first good look at the cat and knew immediately that this was NOT her cat. Instead, she was pretty sure that it belonged to a neighbor who works frequently and is often not home. It certa...