I must love cats. About a year ago, my son's calico cat climbed about 30' up into a white oak. At that height, she was on the lowest limb. As it was raining, dark,she wasn't my cat, and because I'd always heard they will eventually come down on their own; I tried to ignore the matter. Sure enough, about three hours later she was down.
Fast forward to last week. Miss calico, has now had a litter, and been spayed. She isn't quite healed from this, but decides she feels well enough to go back up the same tree. I did not discover this until it was dark, misting, and threatening to snow. I had the sinking feeling she wouldn't be able to make it down by herself, and I had two choices. I could ignore her little cries for help, trusting she'd soon get hungry, and figure out how to descend. Or, I could lay awake all night, the tree not 30 feet outside my bedroom windows. Who could go to sleep with a poor little cat up a tree in a snow storm?
The only hope I had for a peaceful night's rest, was to employ my tractor. After I made my way into the woods in back of the house, and next to the tree, I fully extended the loader on my Mahindra 2615, placed an extension ladder against the bucket, climbed up into it, pulled the ladder up after me, placed it into the bucket, leaned it against the tree, and discovered I was too close to the tree. So, I climbed back down into the bucket, left the ladder leaning against the tree, climbed out onto the loader arms, held on, and dropped to the ground. Next, I backed up enough to obtain a safe angle on the ladder, got a step ladder, climbed up to the loader arms, and back into the bucket. I then tied the ladder to the toothbar, to the tree, and prayed. What an adrenaline rush I felt as I shakily made my way up the fully extended ladder. Moist bark is very slippery, and I was concerned the ladder might give way somehow. I was barely able to reach her, and she wasn't willing to release her grip on the bark. I kept reassuring her, and myself, everything will be OK. I grabbed her by the nape of her neck, and tugged, pulling her into my jacket so I could use both hands on the ladder. When the rescue was over, I scolded her, and warned her against climbing that particular tree again.
I am glad I read this forum topic because I may not have thought about using my tractor in this way. It was in some very tight circumstances, and took quite a bit of manuevering. Everything went well, thank God. With a lift height of 96.5", the loader/ladder combination saved the day. I never want to do this again though. Also, I was wearing special footware with skid resistant soles.
Please folks, don't try this at home.