I could hear the sound of a kitten in distress about 2 this afternoon, but didn’t find out where it was. A couple of hours later, I had cause to be outside again and heard it more clearly, more persistently. I was able to find out that a kitten had climbed to the top of a tree, perhaps 70 feet up, and hadn’t figured out how to get down. The tree is a couple of hundred feet away from my house, so his little cries reach a good distance.
He apparently spent last night up there. The fire department was called but they said he would come down after two days. The boy who gave me the details said that the tree’s trunk is about the width of broomstick up there and the branches are too thickly interwoven to allow him to get up there for a rescue.
I could hear the little bugger, still unhappy, at about 7 when I went out again. I hope the FD have it right. It’s cold up there, getting down into the 30s. He’ll be one miserable little cat. Wonder if he’ll try that trick again, once he gets down?