Cooper hanging out on garage roof
There is something special about cats being outdoors. Perhaps it’s seeing them in a different environment or how quickly they come and go. I get a big smile when I see a Roof-Kitteh, no matter which cat is looking down on me. On occasion, I will walk out our back door and hear someone calling out but I don’t see anyone. I then look up and see a face peeking over the edge of the gutters. There’s been a handful of times that a Roof-Kitteh caught me off guard and got my adrenaline going.
The sweetest thing witnessed was a less confident cat up on the roof trying to figure out how to get down. He was pacing and talking while another cat was on the ground waiting. The cat on the ground decided to get on the roof with the other cat and then demonstrate how to get down. Next thing you know, both cats are back on the ground.
I have heard stories about cats being stuck in trees, even cartoons show firemen rescuing scared kittehs. Never did I imagine that I would witness my own cat being rescued.
A couple years ago, my husband returned from walking our dogs to notify me that our smallest barn cat, Benny, was up in a tree by our barn. This wasn’t a small tree, and he was at least 50′ up and no where near the top of that tree (imagine a tree in a forest). The other barn cats were hanging out around the tree for moral support and I did what I could do for the little guy. I hung out by this tree talking to him. I brought down a bowl of his kibble, then canned wet food. I had other tasks to handle, so I decided to leave the area in hopes he would come down if I wasn’t present.
Keep in mind, this is a semi-feral barn cat. He’s skittish but still seeks out attention when it suits him. That evening I stepped outside our front door to listen for him. Each time I went outside I heard him crying out, and it broke my heart. On the second day I discovered some neighbor walking his German Shepherd off-leash on the property next to ours. The owner made a comment about seeing the cat yesterday and I made the assumption that his dog scared our cat up the tree. This data made the situation even more serious. If the dog is what Benny was scared of, and it’s coming around daily, Benny wasn’t likely to calm down enough to make it down the tree.
Unfortunately Benny picked a tree that didn’t have low branches that he could easily jump down on. He would have to go STRAIGHT down. He was also up way too high for any of our huge ladders. Benny stayed another night up in that tree. Thankfully the windstorm didn’t cause him to fall.
On day 3 I decided to contact a logger who we’ve done business with to see if he’d be willing and able to rescue our boy. No luck, but he did offer another person who might be help us. He did say that in his line of work, he has discovered dead cats in trees (they don’t always come down on their own). It took two more calls to get a hold of a guy who had experience with rescuing cats from trees. For $60 he would come out in a couple hours and attempt to rescue our boy.
With spiked boots, he climbed the tree, grabbed Benny and lowered him back to the ground in a cat carrier. I am very thankful to him for rescuing our scared kitteh.
Anyone wondering why the title of this blog post is “Benny Boots”? One day I was walking around our property and I was hearing Benny crying out. After spending a good ten minutes searching for him, my husband and I determined the noise was coming from my wet boots…they were squeaking. False alarm, no cat rescue needed.
We have a situation in our house due to “special needs” animals. We have to put a baby gate in our bedroom doorway to keep the dogs out. Doing this helps with potty training our foster dogs.
Unfortunately this keeps out our cat Tully. Cats are built to jump, but somehow he never got the memo because he doesn’t like to jump. Tonight my husband decided to help our boy out by making a ramp that goes over the baby gate. Tully is now able to walk up the ramp and go spend countless hours on our bed sleeping. Hopefully our senior girl Borgia will take advantage of the ramp as she will likely develop arthritis.
Ramp still needs to be painted
From the husband: while I shake my head at a cat who doesn’t like to jump (he jumps on the bed to sleep all day, so what’s up Tully?), I built the ramps because the animals are our family. This task made me think of my boy Rusty, who loved sleeping in my spot on the bed but needed help getting on the bed in the last year of his life. I built him a table that was at the foot of our bed so he could use it as a step. He took to it immediately, and it warmed my heart to see him sleeping in my bed spot as he had done for years. It was his safe place, and the last place he laid. I miss you Rusty; please tell Tully he can jump.
Miss Edna is officially up for adoption!
Lee and I had fun coming up with the website write-up for the Golden Bond Rescue page. Let me know what you think of Edna’s story (CLICK HERE)!
My girl turned 13 years old today!
For her birthday she got a special can of chicken for dinner and a teeth cleaning (with possible extraction) scheduled for the end of the month ;-)
Little Girl with all her teeth
Old Lady missing 1/3 of her teeth
It’s been too long since my last blog post. I’ve been taking better care of myself and I’ve got something to share. I recently invested in a new camera, the Nikon D5300. The cats and dogs are tired of being test subjects. Those poor things have it SO rough.
…is put their needs before my own.
As a pet guardian, it is your responsibility to care for your animal. You alone are responsible for its well-being; just don’t go so far that you lose perspective. Keep in my that you are equally important!
I find myself spending WAY more time researching our pets’ medical issues than my own. When I see one of our pets having a medical issue and it gets addressed right away, unlike my own medical issues that have gone unresolved for years. I am more than willing to fill out pages of doctor forms for the pets, but I procrastinate with my own new client forms. I make sure that our pets maintain a healthy weight, but don’t do the same for myself. I am continuously working to improve Marley’s behavior, but not putting the same amount of effort into improving my own behavior.
Let this be a reminder that your pets should not be an afterthought, and neither should you!