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Post by Chris on Dec 17, 2009 14:14:13 GMT -5
Poor little Indy -- I'm so glad she is ok now. What a frightful experience. One time years ago I came home from work and opened my storm door and my little (then very little not a year old even) Meena was right there in between the two doors. DH had not noticed her when leaving? I had fits. I was so worried. Thank heaven it was not a super hot day and I only worked half days. She was ok. It could explain a few things come to think of it My Meena steers clear of doors to this day!
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Post by Peach on Dec 17, 2009 14:24:18 GMT -5
Indy is definitely steering clear of the bedroom/bath areas today. When the contractor's truck pulled into the driveway, she let out a growl and went behind the LR couch. That was 3 hours ago and she's still there, thankfully.
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Post by Chris on Dec 17, 2009 14:29:38 GMT -5
Indy is definitely steering clear of the bedroom/bath areas today. When the contractor's truck pulled into the driveway, she let out a growl and went behind the LR couch. That was 3 hours ago and she's still there, thankfully. She is a fast learner
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Post by BetsyMarie on Dec 17, 2009 14:37:34 GMT -5
I've been afraid to open this thread because of the title, then decided I just had to. I'm so pleased the cat is OK and 'home' again.
Cats are silly little creatures. I had a friend whose cat was lost for a week. Turned out it merely had been shut up in a kitchen cupboard. And it never meowed the entire time. They found it alive and well, just sitting there, when looking for the lasagne pan.
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Post by AnnieOkie on Dec 17, 2009 15:13:46 GMT -5
They found it alive and well, just sitting there, when looking for the lasagne pan. Typical cat!! "I wondered when you were going to miss me!"
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Post by shopgirl on Dec 17, 2009 16:20:58 GMT -5
I was afraid to open this thread, too! Then I saw you added "happy ending." Wow, what an experience! And it is a happy ending indeed for little Indy and for you. How great that you had everything in bins and could easily clear out that closet. Enjoy your beautiful new bathrooms!
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Post by Peach on Dec 17, 2009 19:03:20 GMT -5
BetsyMarie & ShopGirl ~~ Sorry if the original subject line seemed ominous. I had hoped to dispel that notion by stating upfront how the story ends. But, you had to open the thread to see that.... I too won't read something that might upset me.
Today ended uneventfully. As soon as the truck left the driveway for the last time, Her Highness Miz Indy Cat emerged from behind the couch. Uncanny how they know when all strangers have left the premises. That truck went in and out several times today -- but always there was still at least one worker in the house and Indy stayed put behind the couch.
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Post by mellowyellow on Dec 17, 2009 23:03:46 GMT -5
Ah cats and renovations... I've learned the hard way too. Years ago, when I first moved into this house, I only had one cat. I was having my oil furnace and tank removed, and a new gas furnace installed. The workers had to work while I was away at work. And I knew they would have the doors open throughout the day. I decided to put my little, grey and white, female tabby in one of the rooms, the one with the patio windows. I stuck a sign on the door, reminding the workers not to open the door, for any reason. I carefully explained to the main guy that my cat was totally an indoor cat, and a very scared type of cat who is timid and hides. I also told him that if she escaped, she would hide, and we might never find her again. ----- When I returned from work that evening, I popped into the basement to talk to the workers. They were in the thick of things, and we didn't have time to exchange many words. I went upstairs right away to check on my cat. And there he was. He. Large and grey with white. A VERY LARGE MALE CAT. Sprawled in my tiny hallway, literally at the door to the patio room. As if he owned the joint. WHOOO? WHUUT??? It turns out that this was one of the neighbourhood wild strays. The workers had been doing things in the garage, and had turned away, and there was Bernard the Cat. Roaming around as usual. The workers panicked, thinking they had let out my own cat. They chased Bernard. They ran after him. They cornered him. Hissing and scratching. They wrestled him indoors. Into my upstairs. And there he proceeded to lounge for the rest of the day. In safety and shelter from wind. With my own little cat cowering behind the door. Fortunately. All turned out well, and we sent Bernard back to the wild outdoors that he loved best. And my own little cat was safe and sound. Good times.
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Post by moonglow on Dec 18, 2009 7:44:18 GMT -5
too funny, mellow!! So glad that Indy is OK.
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Post by wendy on Dec 18, 2009 15:00:13 GMT -5
Peach, I would have absolutely been a nervous wreck if this had happened to me! I'm so glad the contractor came back quickly and figured out how to get her out! I guess a lot of workmen are animal lovers, too--the ones I've had have always paid attention to my kitties and their well-being, too. Mellow, your contractors REALLY went over the top-- what a hilarious story!!
Glad that Miss Indy kitty is back to her routine! Wendy
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Post by mouseanne on Dec 20, 2009 19:05:45 GMT -5
Peach, My friend & I always say that's one for the book... and this story is!!! I'm a cat-momma too, so I understand your fear & concern. So happy it ended well. Love, Mouseanne
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Post by hopehope on Dec 20, 2009 19:47:30 GMT -5
indy pic?
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Post by Bizzy on Dec 21, 2009 6:47:37 GMT -5
Peach-- Just goes to show you- it's all relative ain't it? Being shy about about a messy room isn't anything compared to getting a cat out of a wall. Nice contractor to come back so soon- and hey----------- Nice that you had so many things boxed up - yeah for that! You just never know where they will wind up. I once had a female foster kitty- " Mamie" in the clothes dryer for 2 days before I found her.( No she didn't go through the cycle.) Guess she just jumped in when the door was ajar and I closed it. Good thing I was always behind on my laundry. She was a newbie and really tired- must have slept for a long time. I usually put them in a cosy covered cage in a quiet room-or a quiet closet when they first came in-- to make them feel safe and to see how they are doing- but she made a dash for it as soon as I opened her carrier. Sometimes they hid out for a couple of days so I figured she would come out when she felt safe. There was always food and water and litter in at least two places for them. So many places to hide- and if a cat had gotten loose and didn't want to be bothered- - then it was best to let them alone for a bit. They always came around. I wouldn't have even known she was in the dryer--except my big friendly male - Uncle Ernie started bringing me back there and meowing at me.. Opened the dryer and there little Mamie was- with 2 newborn kittens. Pulled out the laundry and made her a bed in a laundry basket of course. Someone had found her in the hull on a dinky little boat docked on the river in the middle of a storm in Dec - my rescue leader and I went out and got her at 2am--but we had no idea she was preggy - poor skinny thing - she was lost and looking for a place to have her babies!! Everyone got big , healthy, fixed, shots and wound up in good homes. They were our "boat kitties". A good story goes a long way to getting cats adopted. We had roof kitties and deck kitties and bush kitties, tree kitties. basement kitties-fire kitties- the more pathetic- the more the likelyhood we could get them a home. When I worked at the county shelter- there were about 20 kittens and cats rescued by The Fire Squad from an abandoned apartment building that had caught fire and burnt to the ground. It was in the news.Big strapping Firemen holding scared singed wet Cats and Kitties and practically crying.. People raced to the Shelter to adopt them. There was even a waiting list. They were gone quick BUT We just kept offereing up more kittens and cats - " from the fire" and I think we placed nearly 100 kids on that run- when folks might never have been interested before. We wet down their fur and made them look ratty. And they went like hotcakes. We were bad- us volunteers- we would lie through our teeth to get a cat or a kitten a good home. What were they going to do - fire us? Nope. The "officials at the shelter" looked the other way and we thought- we should just make up some catasrophies and call them in on the radio- to find homes for these kids.--- it could work.......................... I was really bad.... Then I quit and went into rescue -- where my talents of persuasion and imagination-could be best utilized.... ( I haven't rescued officially in years now--this was in a former life) Don't you think that they should make cat beds that look and feel like laundry baskets full of warm clothes? Make a million bucks. Bizzy
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Post by mellowyellow on Dec 21, 2009 12:27:17 GMT -5
Oh Bizzy, that is funny, and heartwarming about wetting down the cats so people would take them. I would be a sucker to that ploy.
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Post by Peach on Dec 21, 2009 14:06:19 GMT -5
Bizzy those are wonderful stories about cat rescue. Mouseanne -- I actually said that to the contractors that night as he left. "This is a chapter for the book." Hopey -- I am planning on a pic of Her Highness Miz Indy. Was thinking of getting one of her sitting on the new vanity or next to the wall she was inside. Meanwhile, I'll look for an online pic of her to post. She'll have to be coaxed to pose.... Contractor is painting the walls today and plans to get the vanity in. Then they have to finish up the frame around the tub. I'm not sure where Indy is right now. But, there are no opened walls for her to slip into.
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