Helped a neighbor rescue a cat this morning. It was maybe 25 feet up. I was walking around my complex and saw these two women all flustered about their feline companion.
We all live in a dog and cat friendly apartment complex, so both are everywhere. Many of the cats roam freely. This one somehow got stuck up a tree or maybe got chased up.
They were going to call the fire department, but I told them I could get the cat down...maybe...hopefully. I love helping people.
I pulled my line over and made a quick canopy anchor on a limb well above where the cat was. I had to limb walk and wished I had spurs.
When I got up to where the cat was, I lanyarded in with an extra wrap around the limb, climbing off to the side off the limb, not on top of it because it was kind of small.
The cat started meowing at me, so I thought, "this is a good sign. Friendly kitty."
I already had gloves on, so I grabbed the kitty by the scruff like lightning before I lost control of it and shoved it into my ginormous alpine backpack. That cat was a fighter, and it started to hiss, and I could hear claws scraping the insides of my bag, but I closed the draw string and the cat had little choice but to go down.
That cat suddenly chilled out as I rappelled down on my rope wrench and allowed the cat's owner to commandeer the kitty from the backpack. I swear the cat gave me this look like, "what the f*ck, bro? I was looking for birds! Why you gotta play me like that, homie?" I sent him a look back that said, "bro, you couldn't come down, so I made you come down. Next time say, Thanks!"
This is my first cat rescue. They offered me monies, but I declined. It was good exercise.
