Men in Trees

No, no. I mean Cats in Trees.

Yup. It's a classic cliche, but it happened tonight. Darling daughter's cat, Koala, bolted for the door when the kids were taking out the trash and recycling tonight. Yes, they had both doors open, like they live in a barn or something. :-)

Koala got a taste of freedom and sat smugly under DH's car in the driveway. DD was being level-headed and got a broom to poke her out towards the garage.

Nice plan, but Number One Son was in the way, blocking her charge for the garage and the door to home. So, she bolted in the direction of freedom - the back end of the car, left unguarded. She cavorted around the yard and then whizzed right up the tree. Like lightening.

Level-headed daughter turned into hysterical, distraught, sobbing child.

We got the cat food can to entice her. She pranced and gamboled onto another branch.

She didn't look too worried.

We did the special cat noises - you know, something like shweshwwesh over and over.

She wasn't interested.

We got the ladder. She scampered over and up to a higher branch.

DD sounded like she was strangling and gurgling, she was sobbing so hard.

I would have laughed, but DD was so obviously upset.

We went in search of favorite cat toys (the laser pointer is a favorite for amusement - ours and the cats.)

DH heard the commotion and opened the ladder to its fullest height. Cat jumped over him to another branch.

We gave DH the cat food. Koala was only mildly intrigued. He grabbed her, she grabbed the tree.

One more time, and she made the mistake of getting a little closer, and DH grabbed her without falling off the ladder.

DH saved the day! Our hero!

DD is now snuggling with her kitty and calming down.

Such drama.