Has every dad done a cat rescue? Old Hairball wound up in the top of a tall scrawny tree. I tried a hose (climbed higher), pellet gun (higher yet, and I'd pay later), and even 'slingshoting' the tree by pullin it over with a rope.. looked kewl with the tree top whipping back and forth; but Ol Hairball wasn't digging the scene.
Finally, the sobbing of the women became more than I could bear and I climbed up that skinny tree and got the damn cat... I had to 'pluck' the damn thing from the trunk above me (much harder then peeling super stick velcro) and then 'stick' it to the trunk below me and continue the climb down the trunk, past a slit eyed, ears back growling feline. Each evolution involved a howling, spitting mad, biting Hairball filleting chunks off my hands and arms.
Eventually I got down to where I could dead drop the damn thing from about 15 feet, the moron landed on it's ass; not it's feet and then in a blazing blur of disconsolate fur, vanished into the house, pursued by the women.
I climbed the resta the way down, had to bandage myself up, make my own damn glass of scotch and I vowed to never again 'rescue' a dum damn cat from a tree with anything less than a rifle.
