Cat Rescue Guy (2025)

20/11/2025

My most favorite cat to rescue is any cat who comes happily straight to me, trusts me fully from the start, rubs its head on the tree and me, lets me pet it right away, voluntarily steps on my lap, and curls up on my lap while purring. Prada was one of my most favorite cats to rescue. Prada is a six-year-old kitty who was stuck for three nights in a tree behind her house in Sunset, Louisiana, and this beauty was all those things I like in a rescue kitty. She made it easy, she made it enjoyable, she made it fun. Thank you for trusting me, Prada. I'm glad you are safe and comfortable at home again, and so is your relieved family.

18/11/2025

Crawfish's rescue was quite remarkable for the amazing way in which this one-and-a-half-year-old tabby boy managed to escape and rescue himself. He had been stuck in a Sweet Gum tree in the wooded area behind his house in Watson, Louisiana for three nights, and he was afraid of me when I climbed up into the tree with him. I tried to reassure him, and at one point, he sounded and appeared a bit more relaxed, but I should have spent more time with him to reassure him before struggling to get myself closer to him. By the time I was close to him, I looked up to see his terrified face (second picture below) as he decided it was time to escape. I'm glad he decided to go down instead of up, but what he did is something I have never seen before and didn't think possible. He had perched on the limb where it turned vertical, and below him it curved almost to horizontal before angling steeply down toward the trunk of the tree. In true crawfish fashion, Crawfish pushed himself backward off the vertical part of the stem around to the underside of the limb where it became horizontal. It is a little difficult to see in the video (link in first comment), but he was actually hanging upside down on the underside of the limb by his two front paws while his back feet were dangling loosely in the air below him. He managed to swing his lower legs back up to the limb while he also somehow managed to walk his front paws along the limb under me and back toward the trunk of the tree. I was sure that he was going to fall, but he managed to hang on even as his back legs dangled loosely below him a few more times as he worked his way down the angled part of the limb all the way to the trunk. Once he reached the trunk, he paused before continuing down the trunk in proper backwards fashion. About halfway down the trunk, he stalled and seemed distressed about how to continue. I could not see how he eventually continued all the way down to the ground, but the owner confirmed that he was all the way down and probably hiding in the woods. I thought he would wait for me to leave before he went home, but as I was packing up, I could hear him crying at their door to go inside. They let him in, and this acrobatic boy is safe inside again far away from the terrifying man in the tree.

17/11/2025

When a tiny kitten mysteriously appeared in the storage building in the backyard of their home in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, Marlee and Brian were puzzled. No owner could be found, so they adopted the kitten into their home where she settled in quite nicely with their dogs. Nada is about seven months old now, and she got stuck for one night in a tree on the other side of the canal that borders their backyard. I could not approach the tree without wading through the water in the canal, and the tree was bordered on two sides by electrical power lines. I am very grateful for the nice and accommodating backyard neighbor who allowed me to approach the tree from her backyard, because I'm not sure I could have found a way to climb the tree otherwise. Nada was worried about me, but she didn't want to climb any higher. She let me get close and touch her, but she still had reservations about me. She was in an awkward spot to reach, so when I started working my way closer to her, I could see she was starting to get more nervous and thinking about climbing higher. I had to stop that, so I grabbed her by the scruff and bagged her before she had a chance to get away and make this rescue extremely difficult. After she got back home and safely settled in again, this cutie took a long nap to recover from her stressful adventure.

14/11/2025

I felt very incompetent when trying to rescue Ollie. His situation was a bit delicate, and I wasn't sure what to do with this boy. Ollie is a three-year-old brown tabby belonging to Allison and Joyce in Albany, Louisiana, and Ollie had been missing for a few days when they finally found him stuck in a tree in the woods about 800 feet from home. It's quite remarkable that they even found him in the woods so far away, but they were determined to find him and did not give up. If Ollie came down or fell down out of the tree, it was not clear if he would know how to find his way back home. In addition, I had seen some loose dogs in the area, so I wanted to be sure that I secured Ollie in some kind of container such as a bag, carrier or trap. This is not a case where it is acceptable for the cat to jump or fall out of the tree unsecured, so, to play it safe, I gave Joyce a net to use to try to catch him if that should happen.

My intention was to climb up there and get Ollie, but I was surprised at his extreme reaction to seeing me approach even from a long distance. He was terrified of me and began going farther out his limb long before most cats would. He was getting on the wispy tips of the limb where he could easily fall, and I was still very far from him. I backed off to prevent him from falling, and I decided that the only thing I could do in this case is set a trap on his limb. I went back down, retrieved the trap, climbed back up, installed the trap on his limb, went back down, and we all left the area to give him some quiet time to explore the trap. I waited 30 minutes and went back to check on him fully expecting him to be in the trap by then, but I was wrong. He was not any closer to the trap, so I reluctantly left and planned to return once they reported that he is in the trap.

As of nightfall, he was still not in the trap. Nor was he in the trap the following morning. This stubborn boy was making this much harder for both of us. I went back determined to get this boy down, but I still was not sure how I was going to make that happen. My climbing options were limited. I could not climb another tree where I could be in a position to scare him back along his limb toward the trap, so I climbed his tree and again gave Joyce a net to hold just in case. I removed the trap and began setting ropes that would allow me to go all the way out there where I could reach Ollie, but Ollie was just as determined to go out to the tips of the limb to keep a large distance between us. It wasn't long before the tiny limb tips gave way, and Ollie began to lose his footing. I yelled to Joyce below to be ready, and she was. Ollie fell right into the net Joyce was holding. Joyce was just as stunned as Ollie, but she recovered quickly and secured Ollie inside the net. I was ecstatic. This never happens because it's so hard to do. But Joyce did it. She said it was just a lucky catch, but good luck happens only when you set the stage for it, and she was there and ready. I greatly appreciate her patience and persistence in staying out there with me the entire time on both mornings. It is because of her that Ollie is safe at home now after spending five miserable nights in the tree.

After Ollie's rescue, I went straight over to nearby Ponchatoula to see if I could help with a three-year-old orange-and-white kitty named Mr. Richard who had been stuck in a neighbor's Sweetgum tree for one night. Kat, who is strongly bonded with Mr. Richard, was very worried about him and desperate to get him down. Fortunately, Mr. Richard is a sociable boy, and his rescue was quick and easy. He welcomed me in the tree, and after our introductions, I picked him up and bagged him for a quick ride back down to the ground. Kat was very relieved to have her sweet baby safe in her arms again, and she walked him home where he was soon napping with his sibling. I like a quick rescue, but the disadvantage is that I got very few pictures of Mr. Richard.

12/11/2025

Poncho picked a bad tree in a bad spot. This three-year-old kitty climbed a large, leaning tree surrounded by dense undergrowth next to a meandering ravine in the wooded area behind his house in rural St Francisville, Louisiana, and he had been stuck there for three nights. It was a difficult spot for installing a rope, and in the two hours it took me to finish the troublesome task, I had created quite a scary commotion in the tree. Poncho is normally a sweet, friendly kitty, but he was not about to trust me in the tree with him after what I had just done to him. He gave me the cold shoulder and hid his face from me. I knew he would relax once I gave him a gentle touch, but I didn't want to startle him, and I could not get him to look at me. I gave him some gentle pets anyway, and, as you can see in the video (link in first comment), that was all he needed to "flip the switch" and trust me. He turned around and introduced himself to me, and we became friends very quickly. Now that he was facing me, I could see that he was a special boy with eyes of different colors.

I spread the bottom of the cat bag over my lap and tried to encourage him to step on it, but he wouldn't do it even when I enticed him with some dry food. I don't normally expect dry food to be very attractive to a dehydrated kitty, but dry food was the only food he normally ate at home. Since that didn't work, I opened a can of food, and, while he didn't recognize the sound of the can opening, he certainly recognized the scent of the food. The wet food energized him, and he readily stepped on my lap to reach it. Once I had all four of his feet in place, I pulled the sides of the bag up around him and secured him inside.

As I took him down, he lost control of his bladder and p*ed in the bag. Cats don't like to p*e in the tree, so they hold it as long as they can, and when they get excited or frightened, they can't hold it any longer and must let it go. Poor Poncho. By the time we reached the ground, the bag was soaked. I carried him out of the woods and across the ravine to give him to Sara who had patiently waited throughout the entire, lengthy ordeal. She took him home and got him settled and fed, and Poncho is doing just fine now. I had to climb back up the tree to free a line that had gotten stuck in the tree when I was trying to install my rope, but that went quickly, and I was down and packed up by sunset. Yes, it was all a lot of trouble, but it was still so worth it to bring an end to the suffering of a sweet kitty and his family.

Link to rescue video in first comment.

10/11/2025

One look at Kiki Nunu's face, and you will see a very sweet kitty who is very much loved. Look a little closer, and you will also see a hyperactive trouble-maker. This four-month-old kitty is full of energy and life, and she wants to do and experience everything. It was only a matter of time before she climbed the tree in the corner of her backyard in Baton Rouge, Louisiana and learned that she didn't know how to go back down. She showed no restraint in expressing her distress in being stuck up there, and she let the whole neighborhood know it. While it was a little tricky for me to get a rope installed in this tree, Kiki Nunu's rescue was otherwise quite easy. She was ready for me and needed no introductions. She quickly stepped on my lap, and I pulled the bag up around her and took her home. After she took a nap to recover from her sleepless night in the tree, she was ready to go find some more trouble.

After rescuing Kiki Nunu, I went to Denham Springs, Louisiana to rescue Biscuit, a four-and-a-half-year-old kitty who had been stuck in a skinny Tallow tree in the woods behind her house for three nights. Sara found her missing kitty the night before and was very anxious to get her down. The tree wasn't attractive for climbing, so I chose to install my rope on a large, arching limb from a nearby large tree and pull myself over to Biscuit. Sara described Biscuit as a docile girl, and she was right. Nothing I did seem to elicit any response from Biscuit, but then she may have just been tired from sitting in that same spot for three days and nights. She wasn't uncomfortable with me at all, so, once I was in position, I spread the bottom of the cat bag over my lap, picked her up and placed her on my lap. As you will see in the video (link in first comment), she was reluctant to let go of the spot where she had been safe for the past three days, but she settled calmly on my lap very quickly. I pulled the bag up around her and took her home where she recovered and fully enjoyed getting to sleep in a soft, spacious and comfortable bed.

Link to Biscuit's rescue video in first comment.

10/11/2025

It's a mystery how this cat suddenly appeared in a tree in the woods by Rachel's rural home near Ethel, Louisiana. Rachel has few neighbors, but she sent a text message to each of them to see if anyone knew anything about this cat. She checked the Lost Pets pages for her area and beyond, but there were no reports about a missing cat like this one. She first heard the cat crying one night but was unable to locate it until the next day high in a tree. All we knew about this cat by the time I arrived the next day was that it had been stuck in the tree for at least two nights.

The cat was hard to find and see. He was resting about 50 feet high in a large fork of the stem, and the gray color of his coat blended in well with the shaggy bark of the tree. If this cat is afraid of me, then this could be a very difficult and long rescue with all the room he has to roam in this very large tree. As I climbed up to him, I was hoping against the odds that he would be friendly, and I was pleased to hear from the quality of his cries as I approached that that might just be the case. When I was level with him, he appeared relaxed and unafraid of me, so I approached him and reached my hand out to him. He sniffed it and let me touch him. This is definitely a tame kitty, and I was starting to feel much better about this rescue.

I spent a lot of time with him trying to get him to step out of that fork onto my lap or into a carrier. He would advance his front legs at times, but I could not get him to bring those back legs into place even when using food to entice him. He had no reaction to the sound of opening a can of food, but he seemed to enjoy eating it. Putting the food in the back end of the carrier was inadequate to get him to go completely inside, so I decided to try some dry food. His ears immediately perked up when he heard that sound, so I placed a trail of dry treats into the carrier, and this time, he finally walked all the way inside. Normally, whenever I try to close the door of the carrier, I have to work to get the cat's tail all the way inside before I can fully close the door. That was not a problem this time, because, as I was closing the door and realizing that I was seeing his back end for the first time, I learned that this cat does not have a tail. I just rescued a bobtail cat and didn't know it until the end.

I took the kitty in the carrier back down to the ground and carried him out of the woods where Rachel and her daughter were waiting. They had a cage ready for the cat until they could figure out what to do with him. I scanned him for a microchip but did not find one. I transferred him to the cage where they could see him clearly for the first time. I petted him, and he soaked up the loving and attention in the way any sweet and needy cat would do. Rachel and her daughter were already getting attached to the cat, and by the time I got home, they had already named him Bear. They will continue to search for the owner, but they are ready, willing and hoping to keep him if the owner is never found. Whatever bad luck may have happened to put Bear in this tree at this time, he was certainly lucky that Rachel heard him, cared about him, found help, and gave him a new, loving home.

08/11/2025

Rufus climbed a Poison Ivy tree. Yes, I know that Poison Ivy is a vine, and, yes, technically, there was a struggling Tallow tree underneath the surface that provided the structural support, but when Poison Ivy dominates a tree like this and is the only thing visible on the outside, I feel reasonably justified in calling this a Poison Ivy tree. Contact with the vine is unavoidable, but, fortunately, my body has been exposed to it so much during the rescues I have done that it hardly reacts to it anymore. The biggest problem I have with it is how annoying it is and how it limits my climbing options. Now, getting back to Rufus.

Rufus is a one-year-old kitty in Denham Springs, Louisiana who got stuck about 30 feet high in the top fork of the Poison Ivy tree, and he spent one long, miserable night there desperate to get down. His rescue was easy if you overlook the slow, strenuous climb through the irritating vines to reach him. Once I was within reach of him, I held a carrier up to him, and, while he had some reservations about it at first, this sweet, sociable boy stepped inside for a quick ride back down to the ground where Amanda was anxiously waiting for him. It all ended well, and Rufus and Amanda are both very happy to be back together again, but I hope I never have to climb that Poison Ivy tree again.

03/11/2025

I have been enjoying a long string of easy kitties to rescue lately, so I knew I was overdue for a difficult one, and that difficult one turned out to be an unknown cat who had been stuck in a tree in Mandeville, Louisiana for five nights. John and his wife were very concerned about this strange cat who appeared in the Sweet Gum tree next to their driveway, and they did all they could to help it come down. They didn't recognize the cat, so they spoke to their neighbors and posted on all the appropriate local online forums, but no one had any information about it.

While I was told the cat cried frequently in days past, it was pretty quiet when I arrived, and I was not getting a warm feeling about it. When I climbed up to him, he moved a little farther out his limb, turned around, and squatted down there facing me with a "don't you dare" look on his face. Well, of course, I am going to dare, but I will do so gently and slowly. I reached my hand out toward him, and he started growling before my hand was two feet away from him. Still, I was foolishly optimistic that I could win him over in time, so I was patient, calm and gentle with him while I tried to gradually desensitize him to the approach of my hand. I spent a long time in the tree with him talking to him, offering food, and ignoring him, but I could not get him to tolerate my hand any closer than two feet. The one time I breached that line, he swatted at my hand. This kitty had clear, firm boundaries, and I was no longer optimistic about befriending this cat. That's when I decided I would name him Grouchy.

Normally, this would be a good time to set a trap on his limb, but there was no place on that limb where the trap would fit. In addition, there was another limb very close where he could jump to bypass the trap. The only option I had available was the catch-pole. I reluctantly went back down to the ground, retrieved the catch-pole, and climbed back up the tree. Not surprisingly, this grouchy cat was not fond of the catch-pole, and when I tried to slip the noose around him, he simply walked down the limb closer to me and stopped just inches from my feet. Getting the noose around him was going to be even more difficult now. I knew he would fight it, and that increases the likelihood that he will slip out of the noose and fall to the hard driveway below. I decided to just play it safe and let him stay there for a while and learn that nothing bad is happening even with me well within his two-foot threshold. He stayed there for several minutes but was clearly uncomfortable and eventually decided it was time to bail. He stepped over my feet and continued down the limb until he reached the trunk. Then he started making his way down the trunk. It wasn't the most graceful climb down, but he was mostly in control and, at times, even did it in the proper butt-first position. Once he reached the ground, he ran down the street and around a corner where we lost sight of him. Despite his attitude, he didn't appear feral to me. I think he is a tame cat who was just afraid of me and grouchy after being stuck in a tree for five nights. I'm hoping he lives nearby and headed home, but we will likely never know what happened to him. At least he is not stuck in a tree any longer, and, sometimes, that's the best I can do.

Later that day, I went to Prairieville, Louisiana to rescue Kiro, a sweet, seven-year-old kitty who I rescued once before almost four years ago. Just like his first rescue, he was stuck in a tree just inside the wooded area behind his house. I should explain that I unknowingly misspelled his name for his first rescue, because when it was spoken to me, it sounded like the Egyptian city of Cairo, so I spelled it that way. I spelled it correctly this time.

Knowing Kiro as a sweet, sociable boy, I was expecting an easy rescue, so it was very disheartening to see the tree he was in this time. The tree was an almost-dead Tallow tree with poor root support and only one significant limb which appeared to have little life left in it. Kiro was perched in the top forks of the tree about 35 feet high, and there were no other taller trees close enough which I could climb instead. As you would expect at the edge of a wooded area, there were the usual assorted vines using the tree as a framework for reaching the sun. For my listening enjoyment while I worked, there was a small pen only a few steps away containing a large dog who barked almost constantly in protest to our presence there, and to fully appreciate the ambiance of this rescue environment, I must also mention the swarms of mosquitos who enveloped me each time I stepped into the woods.

Other than that, the rescue went well. I climbed the tree carefully, and Kiro was friendly and welcoming, as expected. Since he was over my head, I held a carrier up to him. He was not alarmed by the carrier, but he was a bit reluctant to step inside, and it took a few tries and some reassurance before he eventually stepped inside. After I closed the door to secure him, we took a quick, safe ride back down to the ground where he and his family are quite happy to be together again after his one-night adventure.

27/10/2025

If a cat can get stuck in a tree once, he can get stuck a second time. Or a third. Or many more. For most cats, it's a one-in-a-lifetime event, but there are a few cats who are repeat offenders. Of these, a small percentage are truly exceptional and can get stuck in a tree five or more times. Among the rescues I have done, currently, Simba holds first place with eight rescues, but now there is a new challenger on his tail running a close second with seven rescues. This challenger is Simon from rural Bunkie, Louisiana, and, like Simba, he is an escape artist who is also a tree addict, so when he escapes, he heads straight for a tree. In the past, when Simon escaped, he would get stuck in one of the many trees in his own front yard, but these past two times, he wandered farther away, and it took two days to find him.

This time, Simon was about 50 feet high in a tall Oak tree, and he was far out on a long, arching limb where I would have a very difficult time reaching him. But I know Simon, and he has demonstrated before that he will come to me if I can just get somewhere close. I shot my line into a fork where his limb began, and Simon became so excited and energized by the attention that was now coming his way that he crawled, slithered and slid his way down that arching limb into the fork where I was setting my line. That was good news, but to finish installing my rope under his feet, I had to go slowly to be sure I did not cause him to fall.

Simon has readily walked into a carrier in some of his past rescues, so I brought the carrier along with me, and, after we got reacquainted, I held the carrier up in front of him fully expecting him to walk inside. As you can see in the video (link in first comment), he didn't want to do that this time. I gave him three opportunities, but he kept turning his head toward me and pushing the carrier away. It wasn't particularly comfortable for me while I was dangling there pressed against the stem with no foothold, but I made a lap for him, spread the bottom of the cat bag over it, picked him up, and set him on my lap. He settled in there while I reassured him some more and began to pull the sides of the bag up around him. Once he was secured inside, I took him down and handed him to Amanda. Simon is safe, comfortable and happy to be back inside again, but I suspect he might also be planning his next escape.

The next day, I had another repeat offender to rescue. This time it was Dusty near Killian, Louisiana, and this was only his second time. He was in the same tree as before but a little higher this time. He was friendly and cooperative last time, and I expected the same from him this time too. As expected, just as before, he stepped inside the carrier for an easy ride back down to the ground. I turned him loose there, and he calmly walked over to Taria, and they both enjoyed being reunited again. Taria sounded resolute and confident in telling me that there are going to be some changes so that this can not ever happen again. I believe her, but Dusty is a cat, and cats seem to find a way. Time will tell, but if Dusty gets stuck again, I won't mind rescuing him again. Easy cats like Dusty are fun to rescue.

(Link to Simon's rescue video in first comment)

22/10/2025

It is such a joy to rescue a sweet cat. I love to rescue a cat who trusts me from the start and knows without question that my intentions are friendly. Of course, I always do my best to convey my friendly intentions, but many cats remain unconvinced while others, like these next two kitties I rescued, don't need to be persuaded at all. They trust me just because I am there, and it never occurs to them that I could be anything else but friendly.

First was Prince, a super-sweet brown tabby boy who is seven years old. He was stuck for one night in a Pine tree in his yard in rural Zachary, Louisiana, and his adoring family was very distressed about it. Prince was stuck on a smaller stem leaning away from the larger tree, so I climbed the large tree and pulled myself over to Prince. He was ready. No introductions were needed. I spread the bottom of the cat bag over my lap, and Prince stepped on it, plopped down, and curled up there in my arms with a sense of relief so strong that I could feel his breath on my arm as he sighed. I secured him in the bag, took him down, and released him from the bag while he was still on my lap since his mama was sitting nearby waiting impatiently to get her sweet baby back in her arms. Prince walked straight to her, and she picked him up and placed him on her lap. Prince began repeatedly rubbing his face all over hers, and I'm not sure which one of them enjoyed it the most. It is a beautiful and meaningful sight, and it feels wonderful to be able to make that happen.

The next rescue was for Bobbie, a Siamese bobtail who mysteriously appeared at Jenny's home two years ago in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. The cat's owner was never found, but Jenny was happy to adopt this sweet, affectionate girl. Her age and the story behind the bobtail remain unknown, but we can at least estimate her age to be about four years. Bobbie was stuck for one night at the top of a dying tree whose top had broken off long ago. The tree still had some life in it, but Bobbie was on the top limb which did not appear to be well supported at the trunk. It was a troublesome, sketchy tree to climb, but I managed to climb to where my head was almost at Bobbie's level. I could not get any higher, and I was in no position where I could make a lap where I could place Bobbie. My climb involved squeezing through some very tight spots, so I didn't bring the carrier with me. My only option was to grab her by the scruff and drop the cat bag around her, and I felt rude doing that to such a sweet, innocent kitty. She handled it all politely and gracefully, and I took her back down through the gauntlet of tight squeezes. Once on the ground, I gave her to Jenny, and, again, I thoroughly enjoyed seeing the beautiful sight of relief and love on Jenny's face as she held Bobbie in her arms and carried her inside while talking to her softly.

I feel so lucky to be able to do something so meaningful and to actually be present so often to witness these sweet reunions and see the beauty in the personal expressions of their bond and love. The uncertainty and vulnerability of the past days are gone, and in their place are the joy and safety of being together again. Sometimes I feel that I am trespassing on their privacy and should turn my head, but the beauty of those intimate moments is too compelling to miss, and it fills my heart and brightens my view. This is the uplifting and rewarding joy of rescue work, and I don't want to miss it.

14/10/2025

When a three-week-old torby kitten hid in the undercarriage of someone's car and was unknowingly driven from Denham Springs, Louisiana to Baton Rouge, a distance of at least 20 miles, Suni felt compelled to adopt her. Suni named the kitten Bailey, and these two have both bonded with each other very strongly over the past years. Bailey is four years old now, and when she got stuck in a tree in her yard near Zachary, Louisiana, she and Suni were both very distraught. Bailey cried almost constantly from the tree, and Suni sat agonizing on the ground below through two long nights before she finally discovered my rescue service.

Bailey is normally a friendly girl, but she felt very frightened being stuck in the tree. She was sensitive to the slightest noise and commotion I created as I prepared to climb the tree, and the intensity of her voice would change dramatically with each disturbance. I was getting worried that she would be too afraid of me to allow me to get close, but I gave her plenty of time to calm down before I began to climb up to her, and that appeared to make a difference. I climbed up to her slowly and found her relaxed and ready to greet me. After a sniff of my hand and a few pets on her head, she was ready to step on my lap. I spread the bottom of the cat bag over my lap and encouraged her to step on it. That sweet girl stepped on my lap, plopped down, and curled up there trustingly as if we do this everyday.

I had originally planned to pull the bag up around her to secure her inside for the trip back down to the ground, but when I saw her there so trusting and relieved, I reconsidered. It seemed almost cruel to contain her in a dark bag when she could easily just ride down comfortably on my lap in the most natural way. I went through my mental checklist of conditions that must be met before I take a cat down on my lap, and she checked all the boxes. We were only 20 feet high, the route down was simple and unobstructed, she was in her own home territory, she was now relaxed enough that there was little chance that she would jump, and there were no threats on the ground. So I left the bag alone and let Bailey calmly watch as we rode gently down all the way to the ground. Bailey handled it perfectly, and it wasn't long before she was resting peacefully in Suni's arms again.

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