Our kitty Blaze got out.
More accurately, I let him out. He has escaped a few times in recent months and since I was staying out anyway and he was staying close, all was well.
So, with beautiful weather Sunday, I let him out and vowed to keep an eye on him, while I played ball with the dogs.
But, Blaze gave me the slip.
Blazer used to go out every day, but, in the process, acquired Feline AIDS. So, the vet advised keeping him inside to avoid exposure to germs and spreading the virus to other cats.
In the meantime, our neighbors have acquired a dog.
Blaze escaped next door and confronted the little terrier. Blaze ran up a tree. And went high. And then higher.
Oh Blaze. A whole community of cat lovers looked up, prayed, and hoped for the best.
Blaze was steadfast in his position, refusing to budge. So it was clear we would have to climb up to retrieve him.
Our neighbors have an industrial-strength extension ladder, but it takes a strong person to lift it into place.
Their son, Brett, was busy caring for a woman he feeds and puts to bed each night. He is the only one among us who could wrangle the ladder into place. He was running late. It was getting dark.
He finally got home and positioned the ladder into place. I am not afraid of heights and was ready to climb up and rescue the cat. Andy, who does hate heights, decided he should be the one to climb up. Blaze is a big cat, after all.
Blaze was rescued. Once inside, he ate a huge meal of cat food and turkey and fell sound asleep.
Life is good.