To end the holiday, at least on this site, we have two posts. The first is a heartwarmer (sort of): a tuxedo cat named Fat Boy was marooned on top of a high-voltage power pole in Fresno, California for six to eight days! As this video shows, Pacific Gas and Electric finally sent reinforcements, first de-activating the electric lines (cutting power to 250 homes) before sending a pro up to the top.
What I wonder about is why Fat Boy didn’t fall. Did he not sleep up there? If he did, how did he do it without falling.?
Well, he was saved, and that’s the important thing. Fat Boy used up about 7 of his nine lives!
And here’s a video of cats screaming at each other as only cats can:
h/t: Matthew Cobb, Michael F.
One of the early shots of the cat in the video is him sleeping. You can see how he is just draped over the pole with his legs hanging off. I observed my old cat, Tucker, sleeping similarly on a large bough 15 feet up a tree once. He did it to escape our flea infestation, which caused him terrible discomfort beyond just the normal itch. A desperate cat can sleep in desperate places.
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Thanks for that! My office kitteh was fascinated by the speakers on my computer . .. she never make the connection to what was uninterestingly on the screen!!
Booker T. was scared to death by the caterwauling, but then he is scared of his own shadow (but verrrry brave around moths.)
My cat, who passed away earlier this year at age 18, used to run to the around the apartment looking out all the windows when I watched fighting cats videos. She never tried to locate the source of the sound.
Makes sense, other cats are outside the apartment, so if she hears them she should look out the windows.
FatBoy was the Nagasaki bomb. We like cats much better. Wonder who named him that…
The bombs were Fat Man and Little Boy. Fat Boy is a brand of ice cream from a company with a questionable marketing strategy.
The yowling cats remind me of some of my relatives. Fortunately, I see them rarely.
I’ll bet Fat Boy isn’t as fat as he used to be.
My cat developed PTSD after spending four nights 20 m up a pole carrying high-voltaage lines. The vultures and ravens sitting beside her didn’t help. She was afraid to go to sleep after she was rescued – kept dosing off and then jerking awake. She now flinches at the slightest unexpected sound or movement. I hope Fat Boy recovers better.
Oh, that’s sad! I hope she gets better over time.
Thanks, me too. She is now an indoor cat, which neither of us are happy about, so I got her a new playmate (and built an outdoor enclosure). It has been six months, and she and her adopted sister, who has ADHD – quite a pair – I call them A and P, get along well. I cannot deny her anything, and she is learning a few things from her sister about being happy.
Awww. 🙂
Yes, one of my cats has reluctantly become an indoor cat. (The other was that way from the get go.) I’d love to build them an outdoor enclosure someday.
Oh, hard to watch the first part of the Fat Boy story, but then heartwarming when the humans come together and save him.
I’d have thought he might have died of thirst if he were truly up there 8 or 9 days.