Tuesday night I was busy in the kitchen when a shadow in the backyard caught my eye. My faithful sidekick, Delilah the Velcro dog was with me, so I oh so casually made my way to the window to check it out.
It was a cat!
I contemplated opening the door and letting Delilah chase it off (I mean, this was the kitty that stalked us not too long ago,) then I thought about shooing it away myself, but I noticed the cat was inspecting the chipmunk holes and thought, maybe this is a good thing. I left the cat alone.
As discreetly as I could, (so as not to alert the D-Dog) I kept tabs on the cat. The cat inspected one area then another and finally I couldn’t see him anymore.
A short time later Hubby went outside to start the grill and the dogs and I went with him. Hubby and I were discussing which trees we wanted to cut down when all of a sudden Delilah made a mad rush in one area of the yard.
Shit she must have found the cat!
Sure enough, there was Delilah, fur up and Mr./Ms. Kitty all puffed up, high in the tree.
The colors are lovely, but I felt bad for the kitty.
I brought the dogs inside and went back out. “Here kitty, kitty” I called.
“Meow” said the cat.
“Come down here kitty” I said, “The bad doggie has gone back inside the house.”
“Meow” said the cat.
“Can you bring the ladder up here?” I shouted to Hubby.
“I’m not climbing that tree.”
“Can you bring the ladder up here for me?” I asked.
“You’re not climbing that tree.”
“Why not?”
No response.
I contemplated the tree. Hell I can climb, it’s tall but not that tall. I even like climbing, I climbed to the top of the rope tower three years ago when I took my grandson to the dinosaur park hauling him up behind me. I eyed the tree again. Hubby stood there eyeing me.
Then Hubby walked away.
“Where are you going?” I asked Hubby.
“To get the ladder.”
Good man.
BUT the ladder wouldn’t reach the tree because there were smaller trees around it and they had too many branches, which impeded the ladder’s placement.
Maybe the next door neighbor would let us attempt a rescue from his yard? I marched over in my PJ’s and knocked on his door.
He wasn’t home.
I marched back home and grabbed a box of cat food and a small dish. I shook the box and added a small amount to the bowl, I set it in front of kitty on a stump and tried again.
“Here kitty, yum, yum,” I said.
“No thanks, I’m set here” said kitty, except to me it just sounded like, “Meow.”
He inched his way down, settling himself in the crook of the tree.
Darkness fell. I checked a couple of times before I went to bed, shining a flashlight in the direction of the tree and each time, two little eyes peered out at me from the dark.
I felt horrible, but it looked like kitty had settled in for the night.
When I got up yesterday morning the first thing I did was check on kitty.
He/she was still there.
I felt bad, this is a young cat and here it spent the entire night stuck in a tree.
Then the crows started in. Those fucking crows, it reminded me of the time when poor little Bob was stuck in the tree.
I made a plan. If the cat was still in the tree when I came home at lunch, I would text my neighbor and ask him to help me rescue the cat after work. Or I would call animal control, or the fire department.
I guess the crows must have worked their magic because when I checked at lunch, kitty was gone.
So by now you must be wondering about the title of this post. Well to commemorate the event, I wrote a poem.
Hickory dickory dee
Delilah chased a cat up a tree
He was so afraid of her bite
He stayed there all night
Filling Delilah with glee
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