>Time – just after lunch this afternoon
Place – the BIIIIG tree directly in front of the house
The predicament – look closely at the centre top of the photo
Point the first: only Nadie and I were home at the time.
Point the second: my ladder is only 10 feet long … and that’s measuring total length to the top step upon which no sane person would stand.
Point the third: I am not good with rickety ladders.
While I went to the shed and lugged down the sturdier of the ladders, Nadie managed to entice Suki down about a foot, but have any of you ever tried to get a feisty feline to come headfirst down a sloping branch when she’s 16 -18 feet off the ground and terrified ?
Did I perhaps mention that ladders and I are not friends ?
Anyway, I inched my way to the second top step, wrapped one arm around the trunk [ all the while telling the Man Upstairs that I would take it kindly if there were no Wolf Spiders lurking in the immediate vicinity ] then stretched as far as I could in any kind of safety and discovered that I was about two inches too short.
Cautious realignment of my stranglehold on the trunk
managed to get a couple of fingers around Suki’s fore-paw … which she promptly and firmly dug even deeper into the bark that she was hanging onto like Grim Death.
After readjusting my own death grip on the tree, and several failed attempts, I caught hold of her paw again [ and remember that at this point I was balanced on the top of a ladder at full stretch, holding an overweight chat by ONE FLAMING FOOT.
I suppressed the momentary vision of myself scratched to ribbons, heaved and ended up wearing a Suki collar.
Poor baby was so stressed, she didn’t even manage a decent hiss, let alone any claw work on my quivering carcass.
Suki, Nadie and I have all survived her little expedition [ even if my knees did go all wibbly wobbly once I was back on terra firma ! ]