The woman seeks her revenge through the cats

So this weekend I was looking forward to sleeping in and getting some house projects done. Saturday morning started off at 7 am with the sound of a cat outside our bedroom window. I walk outside and turn the corner expecting to see a cat on the ground....wrong answer, she's in the tree. I have a 8 Ft step ladder and as Murphy would have it I'm 2" short. So I kick off my morning with a trip to "the Depot," Home Depot that is. I buy a 20 Ft extension ladder, load it in the truck just to find out that the leg is broken. Round 2, wait in the return line, get a good ladder and head for home. Throw the ladder up, climb, climb, climb, yank the cat out of the tree. After the cat fiasco we went for a bike ride along Crystal Springs reservoir, and then hit the Fillmore Jazz festival in the city.
Sunday I put in a French drain along the side of the house. Monday Jodi and I hit up the Monterey bay Aquarium for the day. Tuesday we continued the house work with more ditch digging, drain laying and landscaping. Don't worry, I'm going somewhere with this. So it gets to be about 4 pm, I've been using a pick to dig a trench all day and I'm just about spent. Jodi just finished washing her car and decides to poor all the soapy water over the front lawn. I ask her to stop and she says"it won't kill it" and continues to do it. Needless to say I was a little upset. The last thing I need to do right now is yank out the whole front lawn. We had our little shouting match and we went our separate ways. What I didn't know is that she uses the cats to seek revenge on me. Fast forward 4 hours, add loud fireworks, and we cant find Tosca the grey cat. I walk out in the back yard and there she is, 20ft up in the tallest tree we have. "Ahhhh-Ha!" I say to myself, I'll get her down with my new trusty ladder. As Murphy would have it again I'm 2" short, plus once I get up in the tree she climbs 5 Ft higher. Insert your favorite expletive here ______! I tell Jodi that she will climb down in the night. 7 am next day, she has not moved. I tell Jodi again, she'll come down when she's hungry. I go to work and read a bunch of how to's on the web. All tell you that eventually they come down and that you never see dead cats in trees. Then I read this line, "Do not leave the cat stuck in the tree overnight. She'll be terrified and might fall victim to a night predator such as a raccoon or an owl." Let's just say when Jodi called me today at 3:00 and said the cat was still in the tree I headed for home. I ran down to the rental yard and picked up a 32ft extending ladder. Some 3 toothed hillbilly tried to set the ladder on the cab of my truck without any padding. I felt like calling the tooth fairy and telling her that she forgot three.
I get the ladder home and get it in the tree (harder than you think, this thing weighs a ton). Then I do what any Coors drinking man would do, send the woman up the tree. Now before all you women march on Washington an picket my house just know that Jodi insisted on going because as she said "the cat trusts me more." What you can't see very well at the top of the picture is the big clump of leaves where Tosca camped out and the tip of the ladder. All I have to say is that I might get my fur lined Christmas slippers sooner than I think if this business keeps up. Lesson learned: Don't mess with the queen of the cats.