I don’t know what the fuss was all about. My Margret and My Greg were gone. I wanted to go outside so I did. I got scared and ran up another tall tree. My Margret and My Greg came home. My Greg found me even though it was cold and dark. He got the ladder, climbed up, scooped me up, held me close and climbed back down. My Margret steadied the ladder and held the flashlight then she carried me back into the house.
I’m not going to say I wasn’t glad to see them but it’s important to know that I was trying to figure out how to get back down and would have done it eventually…I think. ~ Graham “the Adventurer” Kitty
Three Pups and a Couple of Kitties 
I am just glad you are home safe and warm ~ too cold to be outside sweet kitty ~ Great Mom and Dad you have ~ hugs,
an artist reflects
Oh yikes, G. Don’t you know there’s no place like home?
Sloppy kisses close to home,
Delilah
dood🙀🙀 YEOW…..ewe knead ta stay inn side with gus and de pupz N stop cauzin my greg and my margaret all that stress…troo lee buddy🖤🤍🤍🖤🐾
Unless a cat gets truly wedged between branches, it usually will finally make it down on its own. It’s better, though, not to wait.
Graham, Graham, Graham, what were you thinking? No, really. We’re dogs. We don’t think like that. XOX Xena