my husband's cat

when we lived in nw wisconsin my husband had a cat that would always follow him around so my husband grew quite attached to the cat. one day we couldn't find little stanley(the cat) until we heard a very faint meoowww coming from a tree. we looked up into the tree and there she was(yes, stanley was a girl) stuck in the tree getting horrbly attacked by a swarm of wasps. there was no time to get a ladder so i pulled my truck up to the tree, climbed up on top of the roof and grabbed the cat. her poor little eyes were swollen shut. my husband was so angry that he went and got his 20 guage shotgun. i was afraid that he was just going tick thoses wasps off so i stood my distance with a high-powered water hose. he fired the gun and blew those wasps to kingdom come. not even a wisp of paper from the basketball-sized nest was left. i believe i remember the cat laughing at this point. with a little tlc old stanley made it a few more years.