One day, our dog Char chased it up a tree. Soft-hearted me, I felt bad for the cat and decided to rescue it. When it saw me approaching the tree with a ladder, it quickly and determinedly got down on its own.
The closest I've ever been able to get to the stray, was the day he got a paw stuck in the tines of a rake. I slowly walked near him, knelt down, and reached out to help—until he bit me. Diana watched sympathetically as I cleaned my wound; then she asked if I thought her precious kitty was hurt. So much for sympathy!
Needless to say, I now keep my distance.
