Cat Rescue Guy

When people call me to rescue their cat, one of the questions I always ask is how the cat reacts to strangers on a normal day at home. Does the cat go up to them and greet them happily, sit still and watch, or run and hide? Often I will get an unclear or qualified answer, but Evan didn't need to think about it or qualify his answer: Tootsie Roll runs from everyone. It's guaranteed. I have a cat like that. My cat not only runs from strangers, he will run from me if he sees me at  an unexpected time or place. He has never been stuck in a tree, but if he were stuck and saw me coming up to rescue him, he would probably climb higher or jump out of the tree. In moments of stress like that, he would react to me just like he would with a stranger. Of course, that is not the answer I want to hear about a cat I am about to rescue, but it is good to know what to expect from the cat so I can know how best to approach it. In this case, I know to expect Tootsie Roll to feel uncomfortable wit...

When Cortney called me on the phone to see if I could rescue his cat, I could hear the cat in the background crying desperately. I could tell from the cat's cry that this was going to be an easy rescue. The  volume, pitch, melodic shape, intensity, and repetition rate all sounded like a young, desperate kitty who would be happy to see anyone up there in the tree with her. She sounded like a juvenile, and Cortney confirmed that she is six months old. Of course, I didn't yet know anything about the tree, but I went out there pretty confident that at least the cat would be easy. The cat, named Hogwarts by the young daughter, was stuck about 30 feet high in a tree in the woods next to their home in Denham Springs, Louisiana. She had been there only a few hours, but she was alerting the whole neighborhood with her crying, and the family was very anxious to get her down as soon as possible. By the time I arrived, Cortney had already cut a trail through the dense undergrowth to the tr...

Charlene was immensely relieved and proud. After spending the past two years trying in vain to trap a feral cat who had already had two litters of kittens and was now pregnant with a third, and after spending all that time trying to earn the cat's trust enough to let her pet her while she ate, Charlene finally had a chance to grab the cat by the scruff and stuff her inside a carrier for a trip to the veterinarian. Hooray! Success at last! She had already trapped, spayed, neutered, and returned all the other cats in the colony in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, but this one mama cat was the last holdout because she was far too wary to go into a trap or get too close to Charlene. But Charlene had her now, so off to the clinic they went. Charlene is one of several saintly people I have met over the past several years who voluntarily manage multiple colonies of feral cats in various locations. They trap the cats to have them all spayed, neutered, and vaccinated, return them to their territory,...

It appears that the summer rescue slump is about over since I have had several calls lately. Fortunately, some of those calls resolved on their own, but I do have a few rescues to report, starting with Mimi in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Mimi is a cute, gray tabby youngster who was stuck in a tree in his own yard for one night. He was unhappy being there and panting in the heat, but he was happy to see me climbing up to him. I love easy, receptive kitties like this, and all I had to do was hold the carrier up to him and wait for him to figure out what to do with it. He tried getting on top of the carrier at first, but that didn't seem right. Once he stepped inside, it all became clear to him as I closed the door and took him back down to the ground. He and his family are very happy to be safe inside at home again. I forgot to turn on my camera for the critical part of the rescue, so I have very few pictures to show. The next rescue was just as easy but more complicated and urgent becau...

I almost always feel very good after a rescue, but this one was an exception. The cat was unknown, and he was stuck in a tree in a nice, large trailer park. I had only vague information about how long he had been there, but my best guess is that it was at least five days. He cried from time to time, but he was mostly quiet, so it was hard to judge his level of tameness. He made no sound at all when I arrived, and I had a hard time finding him. He was about 35 feet high near the top of a dense Cypress tree, and I knew right away that I would not be bringing a carrier into the tree with me. It would be hard enough to weave my body between all the many limbs, so I didn't want to make it harder by dragging a bulky carrier along with me too. Whether this kitty is tame or not, I will have to get him in a bag to bring him down. Climbing up to him was a bit slow, but once I was within sight, he looked down at me and cried. Even though his cry sounded a bit distressed, I took this as an enc...