Seriously People, there is something wrong with me!

Really, I think I have some kind of genetic code that is wired wrong or something.  There is something in me that loses all inhibition, loses all common sense, and goes into complete auto-pilot whenever there is a weak and helpless creature who might need me.  Notice I said "might" because in this case, I am pretty sure that I overreacted.  Our cat, you know, the demonic one?  Well he got himself "stuck" in a tree today.  Now my neighbor said there is no such thing as a cat stuck in a tree.  Proof? Have you ever seen a cat skeleton in a tree, EVER?  Nope!  Not me, so obviously, the cat could have probably eventually figured out a way down.  But the kids were wigged out and the cat was panting as if he had just run a marathon and he was clinging by his front legs to these twigs at the end of a limb.  So I got the ladder out and seriously stood on the very top part (you know that part that says, "This is not a Step!"?)  Yeah, that part!  I stood there on the side of a hill with my kids holding the ladder.  I stood on my tippy toes and reached as far as I could to grab the cat, who I had to basically knock out of the tree into the outstretched beach towel awaiting him.  Of course, the minute the cat hit the towel, the kids all let go of the ladder and there I am hanging from the tree branch trying to get myself down without breaking a leg.  Jack was the only one who stayed to save his mama! :)  But the cat is safe.  So, what IS it that makes me ignore all possible risk to go into super-hero mode when I see a helpless creature, even ones that I don't particularly care for?  Must be some sort of genetic mix-up, I'm pretty sure this is NOT part of evolving.  :)

Hope you all had a fantastic Thursday with no drama.