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.]