THE PAW PAGE:   The cat rescue

                Musia

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Photos courtesy Ludmila

What are you thinking up now, my dear little Musia?

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THE DARK night hanging over our house and backyard doesn’t bring us relaxation or rest. Musia, our cat, is outside and won’t stop crying. My husband springs  from the bed every half hour to run outside and talk to her. I can’t sleep from my poor, pounding head. Our daughter moans upstairs trying to fall asleep. Only Ginger, our dog, sleeps peacefully. 

     This nightmare began yesterday. As usual, Musia was chasing chipmunks in the backyard. She didn’t get a chipmunk, but she got so excited that she ran up a huge old ash tree. She went higher and higher until she looked down and knew that she had gone too far. She was 60 feet above the ground! She was terrified and started to cry.

     Everyone told us that cats come down from trees when they get hungry. We believed them and waited. Musia didn’t come down that afternoon and, probably, was not going to do so this night. 

     Her cry breaks the silence of the night—and our hearts. Morning doesn’t solve our problem. Musia is still up the tree. My husband and daughter leave the house for work and school. Now I worry alone. Ginger is no help. She is jealous of all the attention we are giving the cat. The cat food I put under the tree doesn’t help. Musia won’t come down. Still crying, she changes her position in the tree, bites leaves, gazes out like a captain of a ship—and then falls asleep. In the afternoon my husband phones, “I called Bartlett Tree Service and they promised to send someone around five o’clock to rescue the cat.”

     A tall, bearded man from the tree service arrives at five. He looks like a mountain climber about to climb the Alps with all his equipment. In two minutes he flies up the tree to the cat and three minutes later they are both down. Musia is saved.  Or, were we saved? 

Ludmila

Ludmila is from Russia. She now lives in the U.S. To read her story about coming to America go to: Finding the place called home. 

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