Saved the Kitty

You would have been proud of my Mama DiDi, my dear fans. While I stayed on the sidewalk and barked encouragement, she tried to cajole a marmalade kitten into coming down out of a tree at our Park. When she failed and walked away from the tree, the kitten set up the most piercing yowl for such a tiny one. It was only temporary. Mama DiDi called Daddy Moose, got the number of Animal Control and they promised to come right out.
Ah, yes, I thought -- and I have a large international red bridge I could sell you -- for a song.
I waited in the car. I had no intention of joining that little party, my dears, I assure you. But Animal Control did come right over, also a man who had seen the cat earlier dropped by to see if it had gotten down on its own yet.
Well, it was hilarious. The catchpole was too short, the net was too short and the ladder was too short. The man and the a.c. officer went to call for help and the cat must have thought the ladder made the ground look closer. The little Dickens landed on his feet and I watched Mama DiDi pick him up. Oh NO! (She says he was purring.)
I'm sure this story would have a much happier ending if I could tell you she brought the cat home and we are now living happily ever after, but I'm afraid we are too practical and realize that our dear Daddy Moose would never go along with it.
The a.c. officer believes it will find a home, maybe even with his own people, who might be looking for him. I suspect, however, that someone dumped him off.
Such is life in the suburbs.