All the pets I've ever had have been rescues but my baby, Leonardo, I had to rescue twice. He was about 10 days old when I found him outside my kitchen window, abandoned by his mother, yelling his head off. I adopted him and he grew and grew. When he was about 4 months old, one day there came an awful screetching from the kitchen. There he was dangling by his front left paw from the back of the refrigerator. He had crawled up on it an fallen behind it, getting his paw trapped in the coils. I unplugged the fridge while I tried to get him loose. Those coils can get pretty hot. He had his paw caught in such a way, that the only way I could see to get it loose was move the fridge; a task I can not do. The only thing to do was call the fire department to see if they could help us out. But what to do in the meantime? I couldn't leave him dangling, he would break his leg or paw. I got the idea to see if I could push him up so he could sit on the coils while I called for help. When I shoved him back behide the fridge, he turned his paw and popped out! What a relief! He had a sore leg for a few days but nothing worse. I was so relieved. He still will not get on top of the fridge almost 12 years later.