Alyssa and I had to saw a tree down to save Junior, who somehow got out of the house and was treed by our yard dogs.  I call the outside dogs "yard dogs" as in "junk yard dogs" because they aren't very nice to strangers...or to cats.

Junior is one tiny cat, just about a mouthful for Midas (an otherwise lovely, loving dog...he just hates cats).  All six of the outside dogs were milling about the base of the tree, and Junior was about 16 feet above the ground.

While Alyssa held a belayed cable looped around the tree to keep it from falling, I sawed at the tree until it split and fell.  Junior was terrified, but once we got her inside, she was much happier. 

After all the excitement, I spent the next few hours in bed from angina.  I am back up and moving around again, but dang, the cats have been rough on me today.