My little special kitty, Ziggy, is getting to be a big boy. He’s desperate to go out like the other cats. Two days ago, we allowed this, and at dark, had to go find him. After an hour of hunting him in the cold, calling his name, dad found him in a hollow of a tree, and used a ladder to get him out. So yesterday he darted out again. I went out looking and calling at dark, no sign of him. At 2 am, hubby thought he heard him outside, so again I went out, froze my fingers, no sign of him. Today I go out to do morning feed of critters, he’s not around. I call, shake some food, and just when I’m ready to give up, I heard him. He was in the big oak behind the house. Way up there. So I stand at the base and call him. He apparently has issues climbing down, when up is too easy, but he eventually made it to where the branches start spreading. About 10-15 ft there. I call, and coax, and try to get him to climb down, but it’s a no go. Ok, off I went for the ladder. Bring it back, get it set up, and the stinker climbed down the other side of the tree, falling the last few feet. Sigh, he spent his first night outside, in the cold, probably up a tree. He’s a big boy now, so I have to respect that. This is the little kitten I had to splint his legs because they were bowed at first. He’s become very independent, and only wants to snuggle huMom on his terms now, such as now, when I’m nice and warm and he’s in for a bit from the cold. I’m sure he will be back out once he’s ready. My little boy is all grown up