The other morning I happened to notice that something unusual was going on in the woods behind our house.
I saw that the neighbor’s cat, who I call Sergeant Major Pouncey McMouserton, had climbed up a tree where he seemed to be stuck about 15 feet above ground. [He’s the tiny white dot that you can see in the middle of the photo above. Look closely.]
He was sitting on a branch up in the tree like he was the Cheshire Cat, except that he wasn’t smiling. At all.
Knowing that this was a wonderful blog post in the making, I grabbed my camera and snapped a few photos to document McMouserton’s process of getting unstuck.
He wasn’t panicky. He wasn’t howling. He wasn’t graceful.
But McMouserton was entertaining to watch as he slipped/tumbled/grabbed/backed down the tree and eventually plopped onto the leafy ground below.
Then with a scowl directed at me, he walked away from his adventure and vanished into the woods behind our house. [He’s that slight white smudge behind the leafy green forest undergrowth that you can see to the left of the almost leafless brown bush. Really, he was there. I swear.]