Pieces of Kathy: Rootbeer's Tree Journey

My cat, Rootbeer, is a wimp.
My family and I don't own a house-we rent. Every year, the people we rent from come back to our/their house about once a month to visit their mom (who lives across the street), and to fix our house problems, such as when the swamp cooler needs to be turned back on or when the gate needs to be re-hinged. They just got a dog a few months ago, named Buster, and since he's a "Marley and Me" kind of dog, they had to bring him with them, for fear that he'd cause too much ruckus at home while they were gone.
Buster is your average puppy, learning to be a dog; he's hyper, he only understands the word "sit", he's hyper, he chases cats, he's hyper...Oh, and did I mention he's hyper? =)
Buster has been a part of my poor cat's life these past two days, but I must say it's hilarious. It all began yesterday, when I came home from school. It rained all day yesterday, and when I came home it was drizzling lightly. Knowing that most cats (including mine) despise water I decided to bring him inside a few hours early, so I began calling him. Usually, he comes running a minute or so after I begin calling, but yesterday I didn't see hide nor tail of the little rat (his nickname is Rat or Raton, due to him being one xD). Shrugging it off, I headed indoors and decided to try calling him later.
An hour later, I began calling again. I probably wandered around our property for five to ten minutes, not even hearing his familiar mew, when I finally spotted him in a tree.
Now, Rootbeer's been chased up a tree by a dog once to my knowledge, and I was able to get him down in seconds, for he didn't climb very high. He doesn't think highly of dogs (what kind of a cat does?), but he usually finds a way to avoid them.
Apparently, sometime yesterday, probably before I came home, my poor kitty was chased up a tree by Buster. How this happened, I don't know, because Buster was in his large kennel in the neighbor's backyard, and so Rootbeer didn't have to wander over towards him in the first place, let alone climb a tree that was right below Buster's kennel. I mean, really. Smooth, Rootbeer.
Anyway, so after laughing at his misfortune (yes, I'm a terrible owner =) ) I began to ponder on how to get him down. Buster wasn't being all that supportive, for he wanted me to play with him, not try to get his enemy down from a tree. I probably told him to 'sit' two dozen times before I manged to climb part of his kennel, up into my other neighbor's fence, and onto a tree branch, where I could safely grab the poor, damp furball.
I pried Rootbeer away from his roost on the tree, much to his disappointment, and I again pondered the predicament I had just gotten myself into. Rootbeer and I were probably ten feet off the ground, and I was not willing to drop him on the ground, especially when Buster would start barking at him and scare the poor thing even more.
I probably stood up on that branch five minutes, telling Buster to sit multiple times, before my other neighbor came out of her house.
"Want some help?" she asked.
"Yeah, that'd be nice," I replied, laughing nervously. I tried passing Rootbeer down to her outstretched arms, but he wasn't about to leave the tree with Buster still nearby. It was then that Greg, the man we rent from, saw what was going on, and he promptly put Buster back into the house so I could get Rootbeer down. With Buster out of the picture, Rootbeer hesitantly allowed himself to be lowered into my neighbor's arms.
And alas, he was safe and warm in my house two minutes later.

And then there was today...
I came home from school today to see Buster in our yard this time, keeping Cindy-the wife of Greg- company, as she trimmed our rose bushes for us. Having never been greeted by a dog after school, I was totally keen into entertaining him for a few minutes, petting the wiggly pup, and constantly telling him to sit. =)
And then I noticed, poor, poor Rootbeer in a tree, again. Laughing, I quickly attempted on trying to get the poor thing down, once Buster was gone, that is.
But Rootbeer was up higher in this tree than he'd been in the last, and it was impossible to reach him, no matter how hard I tried. I tried coaxing him down with some torn up sandwich turkey, which he loves, but he wasn't about to come down. Next, I tried climbing up closer to him, but I couldn't get up to his level without fearing my own death.
For the next 45 minutes, I tried different tactics on getting the raton (rat) down, while my brother stood nearby, taking pictures and laughing at my failing attempts along with me.
Finally, my brother came up with an ingenious idea to get him down. Grabbing Rootbeer's smaller then average cat bed from inside, I placed it in the tree, where he could easily jump into it and not fall as long as I held onto the bed. Within minutes, he did so, and I had him down on solid ground a minute later. When I went downstairs a little later to comfort the poor cat, he was fervently trying to lick off the tree sap from his paws, haha. =) Here's a few pictures of the rat while in the tree that my brother and I took.