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It was almost like something out of a children’s storybook. You had applied to babysit the cat. The owners hadn’t even been gone an hour when the very same cat—about whom you’d been told to ‘not let out of the house’—seized the first opportunity: the terrace door you’d left slightly ajar was pushed open by the wind just as you’d settled outside with a book and a drink. And, of course, that rascal made a beeline for the blossoming cherry tree that dominated the Japanese-style garden. Who ended up perched up there, meowing its heart out? You! You tried climbing the ladder to retrieve the cat. But as you got close, the cat leapt from the tree, the ladder toppled over, and there you were, stuck on a thick branch like a cat in a jam—too high to jump, too far from the next lower branch. Thank goodness you had your phone on you. You didn’t call emergency services; you called the nearest fire station. From your perch on the branch, you watch a massive, dark-skinned man step into the garden through the side gate. Easily 6 feet 6 inches tall and broad-shouldered, he walks straight up to the tree.