Karolina and the Tree and the Man

I am not going to get icky over this cat the way I did about Kathleen but this was kind of funny. It says a lot about the man I live with as much as it says anything about the cat I live with.
Karolina was out yesterday enjoying the fine weather as were we. She was poking about the underbrush when Betty Next Doors' idiot dog let out a great woof. Poor Karolina went straight up the maple tree and I do mean up. She came down to 20 feet off the ground and crouched there looking at us, giving forth tiny mews. Heinrich took off to get the ladder and effect a cat rescue. I advised waiting as what goes up usually comes down if you wait long enough. The last time he was on the step ladder was nearly the last time he was on anything. He climbed off it with one leg onto the roof then fell off onto the deck, flat on his back.
I was a little uneasy about the rescue but no he had to try and save his tiny familiar. They have bonded. Well the little beast would not be rescued. There was a lot of dodging and weaving on the part of the cat and a great deal of swaying back and forth from Heinrich. He gave up and put the ladder away to my relief then of course as soon as he got to the garage she came down the tree. As cats will, don't you know?
She shot into the house and waited by her food dish for a nice bit of liver cooked fresh by you know who. You know who went into the kitchen to oblige. Happy ending all around and we all know who is in charge here. Unless Karolina takes up speaking English there will be no more boring cat blogs. Promise.