He was missing for four hours. Eventually he responded to our calls and we found him over the stream and high up a tree.
I do know no one has ever found a dead cat up a tree, but we couldn't just leave him there. Colin went round in the car to get to the other bank. I sent a tall step ladder over, Colin climbed but the tips of his fingers were still a good four foot short of George. Eventually with a bit of encouragement from a lawn rake, Colin got him in his arms and home.
He has now passed out on the chair after a meal of turkey.
We hope he has learned not to chase squirrels up trees.
And my quilting? I haven't been too well of late so nothing has been done. However with tests and refferals in hand, I hope to feel back in the land of the living soon.