Up in the Tree

(Well, I was at my friends house today, so I'm just guessing) Today my cat, Ebby, was chasing squirrels, so he followed them high up a tree.
The tree he went up was on a hill. So if he fell towards my house, he'd fall about 10 feet. But, it's a steep hill, so if he fell the other way, he'd fall more than about 20 feet. And he's a small cat, not even a year old, and he was already injured from a cat fight with this huge cat on my street, but that a whole different story, so if he fell, his tail could of became even more broken, and yes, my cat has a broken tail, but he was born with it, so he doesnt care.
So when I got home, my sister told me he was up a tree, so I went out to get him.
When I realized he was stuck, I got my dad. My dad tried to get him down but my cat was to scared to try to climb down the tree. So my dad went to get a ladder.
But while he was gone, my cat got over his fears and walked across a thin branch and got onto a lower branch. From there he was able to climb down. Blah, Blah, Blah... then he came inside and ate his food. Whoop-dee-doo. Happy ending.