I was outside in my front yard, talking with my neighbor, Janette. All of a sudden, her dog, a large, golden retriever named Rudy, bolted across the street. He had spotted Petey, our orange tabby cat. He started chasing Petey around the side of our house. Let me tell you, I don’t know that I have ever seen that cat move so fast! He quickly climbed up a tree to get out of Rudy’s reach.
A few minutes later, after Rudy had been brought back to his home, the sprinklers in the greenbelt around the tree came on. First the dog and now the threat of water kept poor Petey up on his perch.
Adrianna and I left to go grocery shopping. Greg happened to call me on my cell phone, so I told him to go look outside and see if Petey was still up in the tree. He was. So Greg took some great pictures.
Petey didn’t look like he was coming down anytime soon, so Greg got out our hose and started spraying it into the tree to
force encourage Petey to come down. He seemed wedged at first but finally he was able to get down by a “guided fall.” Poor kitty. He’d avoided the sprinklers (and the dog!), but got wet after all. Greg said that Petey gave him a look of “black hatred” before he ran off to lick himself dry.