Yes, it really does happen. The fire department rescues a cat from a tree.
We have lots of trees in our yard and there is a line of trees between our house and our neighbor's house. No leaves yet, just naked trees, all about 30 to 50 feet high.
When we awoke this morning our doggie, Sadie, was barking herself silly. I swear she was getting hoarse. Bark, bark, bark, bark, bark.......
I went out and looked up at what Sadie had her attention directed. Up in one of those trees, about 40 feet was a big, fat, fluffy cat. The neighbor's kitty.
It's now 5 p.m. and Sadie has spent the day barking at the cat. Glenn even took the four-wheeler out to the back fields (one of Sadie's favorite places) in the hopes of distracting her and giving the cat the opportunity to get down. No such luck.
By 4:30, the neighbor and his lady came out to coax the cat down. (Sadie had been locked up in the garage.) No luck there either. So...........
The neighbor called the fire department, he's related to the fire chief, and the big red truck arrived. We've had so much rain here recently that the truck couldn't get into the yard space where the tree was, so they used one of their large extension ladders, a 40-foot one. Ladder was extended against the trunk of the tree, not long enough, but enough to get the neighbor close enough to step up onto some limbs and rescue the kitty.
The fire truck just left. The kitty is fine and made a beeline to the back door of his house and Sadie is sorely miffed.
The whole process had me smiling from start to finish.