I
made my way to Grits' house about 45 minutes before sunset. Grits'
human, Steve, took me about 100 yards into the woods across the street
where, earlier that day, his wife had found Grits by following his
plaintiff meows. Grits was about 80% up a chestnut oak on the highest
limb that could have possibly held me. I saw no way to get a line in
Grits' tree, so I climbed an adjacent tree and used my lanyard to pull
the trees together.
Once I pulled Grits' tree over to
me as far as I could, he was still just out of arms reach, but
fortunately Grits knew I was his ticket to safety. He and I stretched
toward each other just enough that I could nab him and help him into the
cat bag for a controlled ride down to Steve.
