Many years back. Would come around come in the house and sit on my father's lap while they were watching Judge Judy. Loved people but hated other cats. I don't recall him meeting another cat and liking him or at least tolerating him. He felt the whole property belonged to him. Did he pay the mortgage? We named him Smokey. He always had some sort of digestive problem and eventually passed away. We never took him to the vet because of his anti-social attitude towards the other cats but took care of him as best we could.
A quick tip regarding cat rescues. Another cat was trapped up a neighbor's tree once for a couple of days. Maybe chased up there by a stray dog. Called the Yonkers Fire Department and explained the situation to the lady. She said just open up a can of cat food and leave it at the bottom of the tree and he'll eventually come down. Nope. I guess fire departments don't do cat rescues anymore. At a loss I said to Dad I have an idea. I got their big comforter from upstairs and we went next door into our neighbor's yard and we stretched out the blanket good and wide and held it right there underneath where the cat was sitting on a branch and we gradually coaxed him to fall into the blanket like a trampoline. He was slightly bloodied from being scratched by some twigs on his way down but not the worse for wear. We never officially adopted him but named him Lucky. Would've been a nice YouTube video but nobody was around to record it.
From the Cat Diaries.