jsmith: She (think of a name) hugged the tree as she looked down at the ground far below. How did she get in the tree? Why is she there? What happens next?

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Marta hugged the tree as she looked down at the ground far below.

Her Siamese cat Smarty studied her plight with interest as he lounged like a lion, with his paws and tail hanging lazily from a branch just out of her reach.

Now what is that silly girl up to this time?

Smarty liked his spot in the ancient Oak. It was far out of reach of nosy, noisy or mean children. It was quiet and the birds and squirrels kept their distance. It also gave him a perfect view of the entire yard without being seen. He could keep see any intruders who might wander into his territory and then he could appear unexpectedly at a moments notice.

Oh well. I suppose it's time to teach her how to get down now. he thought.

Smarty stood, yawned and stretched. He looked at the path down from the old Oak. Silly Girl was inconsiderately blocking his usual route down which never took more than seven leaps.

He crouched and leaped like an arrow, did a touch-and-go off the top of Silly Girl's head, and was on the ground in his usual seven leaps.

Smarty strolled up to the patio and looked up in the tree. Silly Girl was still up the tree yelling damned cat! I'm going to choke you! whatever that meant. He had showed her the way down. What else did she want?

It's a good thing that humans are able to open cans or they would be completely useless he grumped as he sat on the patio waiting for dinner.