

Mine went missing for a day, and then at 2am a neighbor started pounding on the door - was this our cat wailing keeping them awake?
So I climbed about 30’ up a pine tree in my boxers, in the dark, unwrapped the cat from the tree, wrapped it around my bare chest (it’s terrified fully extended claws made this a snap, right into my flesh) and down we went.
She never tried that again, but did enjoy annual escapes onto the roof until the arthritis got too bad.
Dicks were big in the 70s. It was cool to work them into art, or wear them as jewelry.