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You know that old cliche about small town fire departments getting called in to rescue cats from trees.. that's true.
Tuesday around noon my mom spotted a cat way up in one of the trees in our front yard. We're talking 75-100 feet up in the air. He didn't look particularly distressed so we kept an eye on the cat to see if he came down on his own. He didn't. That night after I came home from work I checked again. He was still up in the tree at midnight and it was really windy and had rained while I was at work. He had moved another 20 feet up the tree and there was no way for us to reach him with any of our ladders. My mom had called the fire department and they had said that if he was still there the next day that they'd come and get him down. So the next morning when the cat was still there we called again and had them come get the poor thing down. It was soaked to the bone and shivering so I wrapped it in a towel and held it until it felt better. That's the sad/sweet part.
The really creepy thing is that my grandmother was found wandering around on the streets by the police. She was really confused and claimed that she had a horrible feeling that her cat Kayo was outside and needed her help. She had left her house at 11, just when I was feeling really terrible that there was nothing I could do to help the cat in the tree outside our house. Same day, same time and the same terrible feeling of needing to help a cat who was outside and in great need.
Tuesday around noon my mom spotted a cat way up in one of the trees in our front yard. We're talking 75-100 feet up in the air. He didn't look particularly distressed so we kept an eye on the cat to see if he came down on his own. He didn't. That night after I came home from work I checked again. He was still up in the tree at midnight and it was really windy and had rained while I was at work. He had moved another 20 feet up the tree and there was no way for us to reach him with any of our ladders. My mom had called the fire department and they had said that if he was still there the next day that they'd come and get him down. So the next morning when the cat was still there we called again and had them come get the poor thing down. It was soaked to the bone and shivering so I wrapped it in a towel and held it until it felt better. That's the sad/sweet part.
The really creepy thing is that my grandmother was found wandering around on the streets by the police. She was really confused and claimed that she had a horrible feeling that her cat Kayo was outside and needed her help. She had left her house at 11, just when I was feeling really terrible that there was nothing I could do to help the cat in the tree outside our house. Same day, same time and the same terrible feeling of needing to help a cat who was outside and in great need.