Published by deborah.woehr on 15 Feb 2006 at 02:21 pm
Georgie is Such a Drama King: Part Two and Hopefully the End of the Cat Episode
I summoned enough bravery to climb most of the way up that step ladder to get the cat down. Coaxing him down proved to be another challenge. Fortunately for me, the ladder didn’t tip over or collapse, and the cat wasn’t a biter. In fact, he was very sweet and friendly.
Somehow I managed to scoop him up and carry him down with me. He loved the attention I gave him. Another cat (a black shorthair) had gotten curious about all the hullabaloo but wasn’t about to get to close to me or my oldest.
My son managed to read the address on the cat’s collar, which was a good thing because I don’t want a pet. The children are enough, trust me! At any rate, he read off the address, which turned out to be the corner house across the street.
I walked the kitty home and met his master who said, “Oh, Georgie likes to play lame.”
By this time, Georgie had escaped to the bushes and was sitting there like a regal prince, ignoring his master’s call like only a cat would.




















Benjamin Solah on 15 Feb 2006 at 3:33 pm #
lol, that was funny. My cats only respond to food, and they don’t really like people all that much, because too many kids (my sisters and her friends) grab them up and play ‘dollies’ with them.
Karen Lee Field on 15 Feb 2006 at 8:49 pm #
Ah, he got you. I knew he would, they always do.
I enjoyed reading this true story, thanks for sharing.
Deborah on 15 Feb 2006 at 9:37 pm #
Ben: Yes, that’s very typical of cats, being very distrustful. This cat was too friendly, which me worry for him.
BTW, I used to dress up my mom’s Siamese in my sister’s underwear and watch him try to scoot out of them.
Karen: Yes, he did get to me. It will be interesting to see whether I find him on the roof tomorrow.
Karen Lee Field on 16 Feb 2006 at 3:33 am #
Hehe, yes, he might take a liking to being rescued.
fredcq on 16 Feb 2006 at 5:27 am #
My cat used to get into all sorts of trouble. One night my friends and I were driving around our neighborhood. When we drove by the street that I lived on, I saw my cat, sitting on the roof of a Honda Civic. She was just sitting up there like she owned the car!
Marti on 16 Feb 2006 at 6:15 am #
Awww, a happy ending…how sweet!
Thank you for sharing this delightful story!
pat kirby on 16 Feb 2006 at 8:34 am #
Hee. My response to cat rescues:
“Have you ever seen a dead cat in a tree or at the top of any high-up place? Nooo. Because, if you leave ‘em alone, they eventually figure out how to get down.”
Not being a cat person and fearing all those sharp claws, kitty would be up there a long time if it had been up to me.
Not that helping any critter isn’t a really nice thing to do.
deborah.woehr on 16 Feb 2006 at 11:02 am #
Fred: I know the “cat attitude” well, lol.
Marti: My pleasure.
Pat: Today, I have a better clarity on the situation and know that you are right. Cats are smarter than we give them credit for.