Oscar

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 his footing on the limb. I placed my hands under him, picked him up, and placed him on my lap, and he was perfectly comfortable with that. When I pulled the sides of the bag up around him, however, he uttered a few complaints. He was one of very few cats I have rescued who did not like being inside the bag, but I reassured him as best I could with some gentle pets through the bag and took him down. Carl carried him home where Oscar happily rubbed everyone's legs before going to the food bowl for a hearty meal and settling in his favorite chair for a long nap.