Up until this afternoon, there had been a cat stuck in one of the trees in front of my house for four days. Traci finally called the dog catcher this morning to have them come take the poor animal out of the tree before it died up there. Finally, this afternoon somebody from Price Shitty came out with a cherry picker and got the cat down. Instead of returning it to its owners (some horrible family from up the street), the dog catcher took it to the animal shelter as a stray, which basically means that the if the family wants it back, they’ll have to pay for the cat to get all its shots and whatnot. I actually thought it would be cool to be the only person on the block with a skeleton in my tree, but Traci saw it differently.