About 10 minutes ago, I noticed an unusual amount of activity out my window. The birds were going nuts. Looking up into the trees a little higher, I saw the problem. A cat. Can't be a year old yet. There were three crows in the nearby tree taking turns tormenting the poor thing. So I went outside to shoo them away and try to coax the cat down. The fella who lives below me came by with his gal and noticed what I was doing. I had allready decided that the tree wouldn't support my extra weight from this semester, so the smaller fella decided he could risk it. As he neared the top, the tree was groaning and cracking. He finally managed to grab the little guy, but was in a precarious position himself now. We got a sleeping bag and decided he should throw the cat down so he could climb down safely himself. A few scratches as the cat jumped out of the sleeping bag, heh. Someone gets their cat back without knowing the adventure the little tyke has gone through.
