Any tricks to getting a cat out of a tree?

[Kevin in Ohio]

Got a friend with a trained eagle and he just releases it. It's amazing how fast the cat gets out of Dodge when it starts flying towards it and lands near it.

 

[zogger]

So you would just kill one?

I'm not bein manly or whatever, I actually really don't like them and I would likely try and shoot one out of a tree. I've shot coons out before why not a silly cat.

You'd just go ahead and kill a cat up a tree just because you "hate cats"?

If someone did that to one of my cats, or dogs, or cows, or the donkey, just shot them because they "hate x type critter", no other reason, the animals not doing anything destructive or bothering them, just because they "hated them", well, me and that somebody would be having a little serious adult "conversation" about it, put it that way.

 

[Youngbuck20]

I wouldn't shoot it based on the fact that I hate them, matter of fact I wouldn't waste my time shooting it. It would either come down itself or begin to starve to death up there, in which case I'd likely shoot it. Dont want the poor bugger starvin to death. See I do have a heart. If it was a customers or a family members cat I wouldn't bother with it.

 

[zogger]

I like all animals

someone here say they love cats..
come on..
whos gona have the balls to break the chainsaw tough guy mold and step up and say it!?

I LOVE CATS

I don't think it tkes any courage to say that. I only kill animals when I have to, and I have killed some in the pasdt for food. Now we raise beef cattle, but they are treated as good as possible while in our care.

I have had to kill wild dogs before, but only if they were actively engaged in very destructive behavior and would not stop. Twice now in my life I have had feral dog packs attack me..tell ya that sucks... I don't recall ever having to kill a cat for any reason whatsoever. I've trapped mice in the house tearing up the pantry area various places I have lived..but that's about it. I have never gone out and actively just killed things for the heck of it.

I like cats and dogs just fine, I like them as pets, I don't see it as being macho or..femcho one way or the other. They are just different animals, that's all, they have different characteristics to them. Same as...I dunno..horses are different from cows. Similar, got four legs and browse pasture, but still different a lot.

 

[Youngbuck20]

Also I'm sure the majority of people are looking at it like the cat would be someones pet and in good health. I live on a farm and we had 33 barn cats at one point. If one was sickly in a tree it wouldn't be right not to shoot it. Of course I wouldn't shoot someones pet that's just messed up.

 

[STLfirewood]

A little BB gun in the butt action would take care of the problem pretty easy.

Scott

 

[Section VIII]

I don't think it tkes any courage to say that. I only kill animals when I have to, and I have killed some in the pasdt for food. Now we raise beef cattle, but they are treated as good as possible while in our care.....

Yeah, well...do you give the cattle a massage everyday and feed it beer along with the food? Best beef cattle there is. Yummy.

Anyway, I like cats, dogs, and just about every other animal. Even had an orphaned ferret (ran up to me while I was walking the dog...dumb dog didn't even know it was there) and a orphaned squirrel once.

Getting a cat out of a tree is serious business. As Av can attest to...

 

[unclemoustache]

I've shot coons out before why not a silly cat.

How about this:

1. Might be the only companion for some elderly lady who's family is all dead.

2. Might be the favorite pet of some little girl who's crying her eyes out because she can't find Tiger.

3. Might be the family pet of your good friend or neighbor.


But on the other hand it might be just a feral cat that's rabid and dangerous. You'd best do some checking around before you start blasting away.

 

[Youngbuck20]

How about this:

1. Might be the only companion for some elderly lady who's family is all dead.

2. Might be the favorite pet of some little girl who's crying her eyes out because she can't find Tiger.

3. Might be the family pet of your good friend or neighbor.


But on the other hand it might be just a feral cat that's rabid and dangerous. You'd best do some checking around before you start blasting away.

Well ya I'd feel like such a }^%*%} if I killed someones pet. If it was some old mangy thing it wouldn't think twice.

 

[Deets066]

our cat got stuck in a tree during a strom and the top blew over. The cat wouldnt come down and I wasnt draggin an extension ladder out in the woods so I just cut the tree the rest of the way down. The cat landed on its feet and took off like a bat out of hell, LOL

 

[zogger]

what's old what's mangy?

Well ya I'd feel like such a }^%*%} if I killed someones pet. If it was some old mangy thing it wouldn't think twice.

Is it your cat? Do you know who owns it? You've never had an older pet that looked like that? Or a pet that got sick or hurt and got disoriented and wandered off?

I carry all the time since I have lived on this farm (well, carried all the time anyway before) I've only had to kill a few animals, and none of them just for the hell of it because of what they looked like or whether or not I hated some species or other. When we moved in, the house hadn't been lived in for awhile, so yes I trapped out the mice and rats, then we got cats, and they do it now, because that is..nature, the natural way, and it works pretty good. I've had to shoot attacking dogs. Had to put down one cow that got poisoned, not sure how, but two of them one day both had the same symptoms right after the county sprayed the roadsides... some folks we know of lost *14* horses during the same time frame....anyway, one died fast, the other hung on for a year then fell and went down obviously in difficulty so I had to do what needed done.

Let me see..one more, one of the two donkeys went nuts and simply refused to let new mommas get to their calfs. Just went medieval on the momma cows and kicked the snot out of them, boss drives by sees this going on and gave me a no fooling around order, which I agreed with and I did my job..and I still felt bad about it because in all other aspects he was a good donkey and very well behaved and friendly.

And that's it. Aside from some fish I eat and chickens I eat and some beef, I haven't shot or killed any animals for any reason, I don't even hunt here..I don't need to, got all the meat I want and we have tons of veggies to eat that we grow. So I don't need "sport killing" either. If I had to I would, I hunted in the past..but I don't need to now so I don't. If I have to, there are some coyotes here, but as long as I don't lose livestock or they don't come and try for our pets..I leave em alone. proly too dumb there on my part, but so it goes.

Anyway, unusual coincidence today, found a baby deer, a very small young yearling, gutshot. Happened yesterday, found it this morning, because I walked by the same place last night and it wasn't there.. Some brave guy gutshot something with maybe ten lbs of meat on it, then didn't bother going to get it, or once seeing it dead didn't want to bother with it. Or just potted it for fun, whut the heck, a live target. I don't do that, never have, I just don't kill animals for no good reason, and like target practice ain't no good reason for me.

Different strokes.

 

[avason]

I lady called me last night about a cat up in a tree, had been up there for six days. I went on over there and brought my "hauling a cat out of a tree" rig, more or less a burlap bag with a welding glove sewn through a hole in the bottom. Its worked great in the past, simply stick your arm through the bag and into the glove, then pull the bag back over your arm. Grab the kitty, and pull the bag over the cat and lower it to the ground after tying it shut. But not with this cat.

Cat was up maybe thirty feet to start, and seemed okay until I reached for her. Son of a gun raced up my arm, danced a jig on my helmet, tore my face up a good bit, and back up the tree again.

Down I went, wiped up some blood with my shirt, cussed a bit, had a cold drink, and decided to make another go at it.Wrong answer. Neighbors later told me they had never seen a cat fight in a tree before, but they sure enjoyed the show.

I had my 357 in the truck, and at that point almost decided to shoot the dang thing out of the tree but the sobbing 7 year old girl standing there wailing about "poor samantha, dont hurt her" convinced me that instead of a nice smiley face picture to hang on the fridge I would probably get the silent treatment if I was lucky and a kick to the groin if I wasnt so lucky if I merely asked ole Smith and Wesson to give me hand in getting that thing back down in several pieces.

By now we had escalated the situation by moving up to the sixty foot mark, and both mom and little girl were even more hysterical because they really couldnt see much of ole Samantha. Now, I consider myself a humanitarian just like anyone else, and female tears have been known in the past to get me to do all kinds of distasteful tasks like cruising down isle six of walmart and get them female things that just got to have wings on em or they are the wrong kind. But getting sixty feet up and arguing with a ticked off tabby cat just seemed a little bit beyond what an rationale female should ever expect from any guy. But by now, the dual crying chambers of both females were in full production, and I figured that if nothing else, my obituary might look kinda fetching in the local paper seeing as how the Friday edition is always bigger than the rest of the week, and it would take at least a day for some poor hombre to scoop me up off the ground with a dustpan. So back up that tree a third time I went.

It was a calm evening, perfect for doing a three and half gainer out of a hickory tree, and I was thankful that I had enjoyed my last meal on the way there. Nothing finer than a steak burger cooked by our local mom and pop hamburger stand, and I was thankful that at least ole pop had not noticed for once when I popped the little darling on the butt for bringing me some extra ketchup. How that man slings burgers on the stove and keeps an eye on his daughter all at the same time I will never know, but every once in awhile he slips up and a guy can get a chance to flirt shamelessly with the young gal. She seems to appreciate the attention, she hasnt drawn blood on me for almost a week now. Thats how I know she likes a good pat now and again. After all,its important for employees to keep up the good morale and to know they are doing their very best. Where was I, oh yeah, the cat.

Well, I worked my way up there, and recited my latest prayer that I had been working on lately to wow the ladies with next sunday in bible study. "Dear lord, thank you for direct port fuel injection, carbon hardened chainsaw teeth, multi valve adjustable timing turbo charged engines, and for giving me the strength not to take all the teeth out of that guy in walmart the other day when he said, "Hey man, wanna share a smoothie back over at my place?" (what the hell is a smoothie anyway?)
As I threaded my way up through the branches, I couldnt help but wonder. Why in the hell do trees have to grow straight up?Why not sideways?Sure would make matters a whole lot easier for everyone. Wouldnt have to climb them to get stupid cats down, wouldnt have to worry about them falling on your house, and everyone would be happy. Remind me some day to ask an expert. Just think how much easier it would be to have an apple tree grow sideways. Even a midget could get a job picking apples.
I gotta remind myself not to get into deep thinking when climbing, because in this case I got so involved in thinking, I went right on past the dang cat and kept on going. I bet ole Samantha wondered herself if I had lost my mind as she sat there filing her nails in anticipation of our next go around, while adjusting her bandana and checking to make sure her throwing stars were firmly in place on her Batman toolbelt. If nothing else, this cat was prepared for even a WWF wrestler to show up at anytime in that tree. But sadly, her only opponent was an overweight middle aged guy who was puffing his way up a tree with a rope instead of the required hero gear like a jet pack or something.Nope, this just wasnt a fight she would be proud to put on her Facebook page. Hey, not every cat can get lucky and get a shot at Chuck Norris.

Finally I worked my way back down to Samantha, and was struck by the fact that the dang thing was actually smiling at me!WTF! Guess she thought all this was funny, and it kinda pushed me over the edge.Tying a rope around the butt end of the branch she was hanging on to, I pulled out my pocket saw and sawed that friggin branch right off, laughing as I went. Finally the branch snapped, and down she went to the branches lower down.

Lowering myself down, I repeated the process.She would cling to the branch that I had tied off, and as I lowered the branch down she would bail out and cling to the next lower branch, and we worked our way down the tree.Finally as the ground became clearly visible, she bailed out and hit the ground and took off out of sight.To say that I was relieved was an understatement.

I sure was glad to get my boots back on firm ground.Leaning on the tailgate to catch my breath, I wondered if I should bill the woman for a rescue or a tree trimming, but I had already told her I charged a flat fee of $75.00 to retrieve a stranded cat,so I figured that would have to do. I did hear a little muttering under her breathe as she made out the check to the fact that I didnt rescue the cat, but instead she jumped out of the tree,but I was to tired to make anything of it I took the check, packed my gear, bid a farewell to all the neighbors, and headed home.

As I eased my way down through the trees surrounding the rural road, I was thankful that I was out of that tree before dark, the last light was just easing its way over the surrounding hills and my eyelids began to get heavy. Home we go, and just in time, it had been a long day. Just as I reached into the cooler to get a cold drink, a sudden burst of motion caught my eye, and I swerved just in time to prevent from hitting it. With a plop, my right front tire plopped into the ditch, and neatly lifted the rear left tire clear of the road. Even with a 4wd, I was stuck high and dry.
As I eased my way out of the truck and reached for the winch controls in the toolbox, a bit of motion caught my eye, and with my flashlight i lit the place up. There, on the side of the road, was Samantha.

And she was laughing.

You cut trees for a living? Damn, you should write a book with writing skills like that.

 

[unclemoustache]

You cut trees for a living? Damn, you should write a book with writing skills like that.

Actually, he's already started the process, but got held up recently with health issues. Maybe someday we'll all be able to say, "Yeah, I knew Avalancher before he became so famous."
You should search around here for his story about the cat and the coon skin, or maybe his story about the city boy he introduced to firewood in spite of the poor guy's wife. You'll be rolling!

 

[J.W Younger]

Wher ya been unk?

I sent you a little green package.

 

[Photog95]

its ok to admit you like cats guys
i love cats
why are so many guys trying to prove their manliness by talking about shooting them, etc
cats are for girls, dogs are for men, right? give me a break, the whole thing gets repeated time and time again, why are men so afraid to admit they like cats ?
its painful to watch how uncomfortable some people are with their "manliness" :msp_thumbdn:

Nothing manly about it here. I HATE CATS!!!!! My kids have 16 of them little poop machines. They #### all over the place. I cant even walk outside without stepping in it. My gravel driveway is like a minefield. I can't leave the top down on my jeep in the summer time because they get up inside and piss all over everything and it takes weeks to get that smell out. They get up in the engine and chew on the wiring. I even had one with the ####s take a dump on my engine last winter. I thought I was going to be sick before I could get to town and stop at the car wash to spray it out.

When I go to work in the morning I have to open the front door and start kicking cause they seem to thing they are going to invade the house. I am not nice about it and not ashamed to admit it. It has gotten to the point where it is going to be the cause of a divorce after 20 years of marriage because the wife just sides with the cats and says that I just exaggerate it too much. Cats are vile, filthy, discusting, savage beasts, that will eat their own because it is there. I dont have the time of day for them.

I am an animal lover of all other animals. I am not a hunter unless it is with a camera, and not a gun. I will swerve on the road to miss a chipmunk, or squirrel. I have even put a car in the ditch trying to miss a gopher (13 line ground squirrel). My wife gets mad because I will not do the same for a cat.

 

[unclemoustache]

Wher ya been unk?

I sent you a little green package.

Sorry! I was making babies on a camping trip. Back atcha.:alien2: