Oh Kitty!

I get home from working late last night and find my husband outside, calling my little kitty.

Grizzly has been a pain to get in for the last couple of weeks but can usually be inticed by rattling food dishes or convincing him you fully intend for him to stay outside, you just really want to pet him. Not last night.
He just keeps meowing at me Al says. I call him, and indeed he meows back, but not in that "screw you I'm playing outside" tone but in the "help me I'm just a poor little kitty" tone

Something's wrong! I say- a statement which was met with a look that made me think that my husband was actually planning out how to get me to the mental hospital.

Off I go to "rescue" my kitty.

My Kitty, who was STUCK in a Tree about 8 feet up!

Jump I say to my kitty, c'mon, jump!
Meeeerrrererererowww, he says- which I have decided to interpret as meaning- I'm stuck in a tree here!

You got up there I say! Why can't you get down?
MEeerroereoreowrowereoreoew- I'm taking as- Hello?? STUCK! What part of STUCK aren't you getting?

So we coax, and we call, and we construct elaborate ways for him to get down fromt the tree- he decides... Its a game!! He starts "batting" at the limb we are using to "gently push" him in the right direction.

Finally Al made him a ramp and I swung a limb at the tree behind him in the hopes of scaring him down the ramp... it worked!

He ran down the ramp, and under the house... Now apparently he's been stuck in a tree all day and hasn't had enough time outside so we started getting "screw you" meows.
Ahhh the joys of a little kitty!