Jojo is up a tree.
He likes to climb trees, a lot. Formerly feral and nuts!
This time he just went too high in a pecan tree. I’m sure he saw squirrels and said “pfft! I can do that too”
Well, not so much. Scared his-self.
The squirrels jumped to the next tree. I saw Jojo hunch down. Oh no! He’s gonna try that jump. But, he didn’t. Mainly because I screamed at him to stop. Maybe.
He did get down one branch. Started yowling like a banshee. He may have a Siamese gene in his DNA.
I called. The kids called. We begged. We promised everything but the bank book. No good. He won’t budge.
I looked at him. He knew he was screwed. He had a tiny alarmed look on his face. And then started taking a bath. Silly feline.
Brilliant. I got a can of human tuna. No cat can resist. As it turns out neither could Chihuahuas. I got another can of human tuna. Chihuahuas removed from the area.
Funny how he calmly steps off the branch, points his butt down and descends in short order and enjoyed his tuna surprise.
I expect more tree climbing and more tuna. Better put that on the shopping list.
Never mind rescue persons. Jojo saved himself.
Please tell me you yelled “get back, Jojo!”
I’m glad the critter is okay.
I did indeed! I know my Beatles. It was lost on the grandwrex, tho’
You gotchyerself some teachin’ to do.
Ya don’t want your grandkids growin" up without no proper culture.
Sing 'em the one about the guy who has feet down below his knees. 
And kudos to Jojo for climbing down butt first.
Most kitties run down the trunk head first…till they fall.
We are working on the Beatles catalog. They really like “Yellow Submarine”
You fool! Tuna was his aim all along. Now he’s got you trained!!
I’ve never seen a cat skeleton in a tree, so they must eventually descend.
Dennis wound up in the top of a dead, branchless tree and howled piteously.
I told him to wait while I fed the other cats. I put their food down and went for the ladder. He was eating with the other cats when I got back.
Cats are many things, but about food they are not fools.
Congratulations to Jojo on a successful behavioral experiment.
Stimulus: climb up a tall scary tree
Response: receive tuna
Classical conditioning indicates you will expect Jojo up a tree quite often, and your tuna budget will have to be substantial.
A point made by The Perfect Master some years ago.
I’m sorry, I’m not buying this. You’re suggesting that, for cats, tree-climbing is a one-way street, and that if we examined the fossil record we would find vast strata of fossil forests with fossil cats crammed in the upper branches, futilely awaiting human beings, urbanization, combustible buildings, the hook and ladder, the telephone, and other necessities whose emergence was still eons off. I respectfully suggest that neurotic cat owners is the more parsimonious explanation.
Not that @Beckdawrek is neurotic. She had the wisdom to realize that dear sweet super-genius Jojo just needed motivation to do his own climbing down.
Well I am kinda neurotic.
Yet, Dennis never climbed (clombed?) the dead tree again.
Beck, what does it mean, “Mexican vine pullers”?
Are you SURE you are not the Mrs. Beck who lives across the street on Crystalwood in West Pulaski county?
After the transient Mexican tomato pickers and watermelon pullers are done they travel southerly toward Texarkana and on to the border back to Mexico they stop and camp out. They pull vines(mostly Kudzu) from the pines.
Make pseudo grapevine wreaths. Sell them to somebody. Probably for pennies. And, then you, dear consumer can go to Hobby Lobby and pay the big bux$$ for them. In order to decorate your front door.
ETA: they climb really high in the trees without any accoutrement.
We got a ‘cat stuck in a tree’ call last year; he got himself tangled in a branch but wasn’t up there long enough to miss a meal before we were called.
Question about falling cats -
- Cats always land on their feet
- Buttered toast always lands buttered side down
What happens if you tape a piece of buttered toast to the back of a cat??
Ah, the fireman, at last.
And watch out, he may try and work it up to salmon.
There have been those who claim this would be the secret of perpetual motion or antigravity. But more likely, the cat being the entity with agency and motor skills, lands in one of those utterly undignified positions they sometimes are found in, while arguing that technically all four feet are on the ground and “uh, I meant to do that”.