Well, there he is. Safe and sound. Lily said that the first thing Rusty did when he got back into the house was to use the litter box.
Now THAT is a well-trained cat. Despite the fact that he'd been in the tree for at least two or three days, she said that he didn't appear to be any the worse for wear but is being quite affectionate.
No damn doubt.
She said the whole thing took about eight minutes. The tree guy scaled the tree and plucked the cat gently from the branch and tucked him into a pillowcase and down they came.
Lily wanted me to give this man a shout-out and I am so happy to do that.
Thank you, Stevie Allman! You are a good man.
Now we can all stop worrying about Rusty and get back to worrying about everything else in the world.
Ugh. It's a tough job but someone has to do it.
My latest worry is that my email is getting wonky and today none of the pictures I have sent from my phone are showing up. The email itself shows up and indicates that there is an attachment but when I open the email, it's blank. Same with the pictures Lily sends me.
I have done a bit of research on the all-knowing, sometimes helpful internet and I decided to just uninstall my AOL app and then reinstall it because obviously, it has become corrupted like a sweet little farm girl catapulted into fame and degradation in Hollywood.
And do not laugh at me about my AOL email account. As you may note, our Hero Of The Day, Mr. Stevie "Spiderman" Allman also has one. As I do so love to say- this is my "heritage account" and I will take no flack for it.
I suppose it could be my computer because when I went to uninstall AOL, I couldn't find that particular app in my Apps Menu.
Who knows? Not me.
Do I look like an IT gal? No. I do not.
And now add this to worry about- I just went to put up the chickens and Lisa Marie, the granddaughter of my beloved Elvis is missing.
I just saw her this afternoon and thought to myself that she had certainly grown into being a beautiful hen. I can't imagine what might have happened to her. She's probably the biggest hen I own and certainly not easy pickings for a predator.
Maybe she's lost and will come home tomorrow, dragging her tail-feathers behind her.
I certainly hope so.
When Spencer and Marilyn were here, Spencer asked me where I got my chickens.
"Well, some I got from the Tractor Supply in Monticello and oh, these came from a couple who had to move and I got Mick from a friend of Lily's who had too many roosters and I got that one after my friend Kathleen died, and that one (Lisa Marie) from a hen who laid her eggs and hatched them by our garage."
Animals. Technology. Heroes.