He meowed "Come down, come DOWN."
At this point, we had to leave. On the way back home quite awhile later, we drove by again. They were still there, in a standoff. The cat had not given up! But tiring, he laid down.
The squirrel was tired too. He had chosen a comfy branch stump to rest on, high up in the tree. Patience was the name of the game in this chase.
“Meanwhile, friends, wait patiently for the Master’s Arrival.”