This has been a terrible afternoon. My poor cotton is stuck about 70 feet up a huge pine tree. Barney started to climb up the tree but had to come back down and he used to climb up masts at the boat yard. I hadn't seen him since last night so I went looking for him this afternoon. I called for him and I could hear him meowing. Took me a while to find him. Its hard to hear where sounds are coming from in the deep woods. I hope he can come down soon on his own.
