The Runt went up a neighbor's tree Monday night.
He's still up there.
Any ideas?
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- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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7 comments:
Stinky tuna on a paper plate at the base of the tree. Leave it there for a couple of minutes and then bring Sister out to eat it if he's not down yet. I bet he'll figure out a way to get down.
(A long broom from a ladder won't reach him, I take it?)
Tried food. Tried sister. No luck.
The neighbor put a 20-foot ladder against the tree; unfortunately, The Runt is up about another 40 feet from that.
I'm at my wits' end here. I seriously feel like pulling my hair out, and then curling up into a ball and sobbing.
The thing is, TWICE yesterday he managed to come down to about thirty feet, and then went back up again.
If cats died up trees, we'd see their little kitty skeletons; I've lived 44 years around cats and I've never seen cat bones up a tree. They come down on their own time and in their own way, usually when there's no fuss around. And then they will look at you like "What? Whaaaaaat???" like you're the one with the problem.
Hang tight. Hunger and loneliness are huge motivators for social animals.
Logically, I KNOW that he will come down. Everyone keeps telling me that. But the yowls are heartbreaking, and he's gotta be hungry and thirsty by now. And it got down to 32 degrees the last two nights, and .... *sob*
Thanks for talking to me, Bridgett. You are helping immensely. Seriously.
In children's books the firefighter always gets called. My son wants to be a firefighter, and he thinks that's an important part of the job.
The worst they can do is say no. Just don't dial 911 if you call them. :)
Firefighters no longer get cats out of trees. I called.
But! Neighbors DO get cats out of trees! Read above for the details!
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