Cat in the Kitchen

Firstly, a very happy birthday to my very dear whtegrlwthehair. Love you darling! *mwah*

Secondly, oh, what a night last night. If you've been around long enough, you remember the pigeon incident, but last night was up there on my list of All-Time Wackiest Apartment Shenanegains.

I had dinner with the folks. It was lovely. On my way home, I get a call from j_bkl, who tells me there's a stray cat roaming our hallway in our building, and to be aware of it when I come home, as he's not sure what's going on with it. Greaaaat. So, I tell him I will, then head in.

When I get to our floor, I see J in the hall with a sheepish look on his face, and the recycling bin next to him. Our door is open.

"What happened?"
"Um, well, I thought I heard people messing with the cat, and I wanted to make sure they weren't, so I opened the door, and...the cat got inside of our apartment."
"WHAT?!"
"And I don't know where it went."
"WHAT?! @&*#$%*&$*&"

So, the next 10 minutes or so, we ransack our apartment, turn over everything, look in every corner and crevice big or small enough to possibly fit a cat. Nothing. I even roamed the halls, looking for proof of J's hypothesis that the cat had doubled back out the door. Nada.

Eventually, we found it. It was huddled in the back of our fridge, in the open part where the motor is. We tried to coax it out. We tried to scare it out. We even tried to annoy it out. Nothing. The Cat Would Not Move. I was concerned that the reason it was not moving was because it was ill, so we discussed what to do. Since it was 11:30 at this point, I knew calling Animal Control was a fruitless exercise. So I did the only other thing I could think of: I called redstapler and my Mom.

See, for the uninitiated, redstapler's roommate gaztherat is what you might call an Animal Whisperer. She has an amazing way with furry creatures great and small, and I prayed that she would be able to figure out what to do. Thankfully, she was home, and willing to come help us. At this point, J barricaded me in the bedroom (considering my eyes were swelling a touch and my throat was getting tight and scratchy) and held on to my phone, in case gaztherat needed to call. J called me to fill me in on what the cat was doing, using a voice that sounded like the dude who does the play-by-play of golf on TV.

"The cat has stuck its paws outside of the fridge...and I think...yes! It's head as well! It's coming out...no, it's back in again. It's moving...it's halfway out! It can get out!" (that had been a concern at first).

gaztherat arrives, and the cat bolts again. Since we were smart enough to close almost every door in our place (bedroom, closets, etc), the cat could have only gone so many places. J and gaztherat eventually found it in the bathroom, cowering between the vanity and tub.

This is the cat.

It let gaztherat pick it up, and seemed happy to be held (it didn't even squirm). It was friendly and socialized, and didn't seem to be (too) afraid of people. As you can see, it has a very sweet face. I would have loved to keep it, but I'm super-addicted to this whole breathing thing, so no go there. (Oh, and my eyes not swelling shut. I'm such a bitch, I know.)

We're wondering if it's not a runaway so much as a throwaway, because of how friendly and lost it seemed. It was eventually decided that E should take the cat back to the place where she works, where they will check it out and hopefully adopt it out. That is, if no one claims her from the posters J and I are going to make up and post later. We gave gaztherat some beer for her trouble, but we were all happy that this little ninja cat will in all liklihood find a nice home one way or the other.

J and I finally made it to sleep around 1:30, after he posted his version of events.

If you're in the area and in the market for a nice cat, I will pass your info along.

Things are never boring, are they?

Cat in the Kitchen

Firstly, a very happy birthday to my very dear whtegrlwthehair. Love you darling! *mwah*

Secondly, oh, what a night last night. If you've been around long enough, you remember the pigeon incident, but last night was up there on my list of All-Time Wackiest Apartment Shenanegains.

I had dinner with the folks. It was lovely. On my way home, I get a call from j_bkl, who tells me there's a stray cat roaming our hallway in our building, and to be aware of it when I come home, as he's not sure what's going on with it. Greaaaat. So, I tell him I will, then head in.

When I get to our floor, I see J in the hall with a sheepish look on his face, and the recycling bin next to him. Our door is open.

"What happened?"
"Um, well, I thought I heard people messing with the cat, and I wanted to make sure they weren't, so I opened the door, and...the cat got inside of our apartment."
"WHAT?!"
"And I don't know where it went."
"WHAT?! @&*#$%*&$*&"

So, the next 10 minutes or so, we ransack our apartment, turn over everything, look in every corner and crevice big or small enough to possibly fit a cat. Nothing. I even roamed the halls, looking for proof of J's hypothesis that the cat had doubled back out the door. Nada.

Eventually, we found it. It was huddled in the back of our fridge, in the open part where the motor is. We tried to coax it out. We tried to scare it out. We even tried to annoy it out. Nothing. The Cat Would Not Move. I was concerned that the reason it was not moving was because it was ill, so we discussed what to do. Since it was 11:30 at this point, I knew calling Animal Control was a fruitless exercise. So I did the only other thing I could think of: I called redstapler and my Mom.

See, for the uninitiated, redstapler's roommate gaztherat is what you might call an Animal Whisperer. She has an amazing way with furry creatures great and small, and I prayed that she would be able to figure out what to do. Thankfully, she was home, and willing to come help us. At this point, J barricaded me in the bedroom (considering my eyes were swelling a touch and my throat was getting tight and scratchy) and held on to my phone, in case gaztherat needed to call. J called me to fill me in on what the cat was doing, using a voice that sounded like the dude who does the play-by-play of golf on TV.

"The cat has stuck its paws outside of the fridge...and I think...yes! It's head as well! It's coming out...no, it's back in again. It's moving...it's halfway out! It can get out!" (that had been a concern at first).

gaztherat arrives, and the cat bolts again. Since we were smart enough to close almost every door in our place (bedroom, closets, etc), the cat could have only gone so many places. J and gaztherat eventually found it in the bathroom, cowering between the vanity and tub.

This is the cat.

It let gaztherat pick it up, and seemed happy to be held (it didn't even squirm). It was friendly and socialized, and didn't seem to be (too) afraid of people. As you can see, it has a very sweet face. I would have loved to keep it, but I'm super-addicted to this whole breathing thing, so no go there. (Oh, and my eyes not swelling shut. I'm such a bitch, I know.)

We're wondering if it's not a runaway so much as a throwaway, because of how friendly and lost it seemed. It was eventually decided that E should take the cat back to the place where she works, where they will check it out and hopefully adopt it out. That is, if no one claims her from the posters J and I are going to make up and post later. We gave gaztherat some beer for her trouble, but we were all happy that this little ninja cat will in all liklihood find a nice home one way or the other.

J and I finally made it to sleep around 1:30, after he posted his version of events.

If you're in the area and in the market for a nice cat, I will pass your info along.

Things are never boring, are they?