A few days ago, me and Agnes took an evening walk. As we were walking, we began to hear a weird sound. Approaching closer, we discerned loud meows and figured out it was a cat. Yet though it was pretty loud, we couldn't find where the meows were coming from. Finally, we figured out that the source was above us. A cat was stuck in a tree! Naturally, we wanted to save it, but the tree was poorly suited for climbing - the lowest usable branch was an inch or two higher than I could reach with my outstretched hands. I jumped, grabbed the branch, tried to scale the tree, but couldn't make it. We decided to get in touch with the apartment complex management and tell them about the cat, and walked on. Yet Agnes soon spotted a plastic garbage container. We took that to the tree, and I tried to climb up again. The garbage container barely held my weight, but it was long enough to get to the first branch. From there, I climbed higher, until I finally reached the cat. She was about 5 yards off the ground, and did not want to come down. It was hard work getting her off her branch - I had to climb down myself, and lower the cat from branch to branch. Finally, I was able to get the cat low enough, about 2 yards off the ground, that I let her fall down, and jumped off the tree myself. She turned out to be a cute, 5-month old kitten, without a collar. She was very friendly, and tried to get both me and Agnes to stroke her. So, we decided, very spontaneously, to take her home. Next day, we took her to the vet, and she gave her a clean bill of health - and didn't find a microchip, which was a relief. So, we decided to keep her. Her name is Siren, and she is the newest member of our family. Oh, and I'm glad to say that after a bit of hissing, she's getting along with Ophelia pretty well, as you can see in the last photo.