Floyd was a sweetie but Floyd had one major fault. Floyd had a rather advanced "up" button and no "down" button whatsoever.
Over the course of a few months, Floyd was rescued from trees by ladder, bucket truck (four times), and chain saw (we cut an actual tree to get her down).
Given that we have enormous trees all over our yard, that our land borders thick woods, and that it was likely O would have died of embarrassment if he'd had to call the tree service one more time, Floyd had to find a new home . . . an INSIDE home.
Floyd went to live with the golf pro at O's country club and is now fat, happy, and loved. The highest she now climbs is the back of the sofa.
So when I rescued our most recent 3 kittens O and I were, of course, worried that we might have a repeat of what we like to call "The Floyd Situation".
As a preemptive measure, O started kitty tree climbing (down) classes. He'd work with them a little bit at a time and it looks like they are all getting the hang of it, knock on wood.
I took this picture about a month ago and couldn't help but think, "Won't my husband make a good daddy some day?"
