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My cat got lost in the ceiling. I hit the roof
Topic Started: Mar 10 2014, 12:33 AM (235 Views)
goldengal
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Now this is a story they will no doubt tell for many years to come.

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I walked in my front door recently and heard a meow that was distinctly a meow of distress.

I paused, standing on the naked plywood subfloor in the house I had owned for exactly 31 days, which had been undergoing renovations since my partner and I moved in, and which I had lately begun referring to as The Mistake.

It’s our first house, a 90-year-old brick semi in a subway-handy neighbourhood that has obliterated our savings. (“Do you have to pay that much just for half the house?” my father asked when he saw the photos. He’s not from Toronto.) We had searched for 16 months to find a place we could afford and adore — emphasis on afford — and now here we were, in a home of our own, purchased without assistance from the Bank of Mom and Dad thankyouverymuch. We thought we’d scored big time, but the feeling had waned since move-in day. Things had been going wrong.

Meeeeeow, came the cry again.


http://www.thestar.com/news/gta/2014/03/08/my_cat_got_lost_in_the_ceiling_i_hit_the_roof.html

Take care,
Pat
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Trotsky
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What a nice story.
Hali reminds me of you know who's two.
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heatseeker
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Poe told it first:

http://poestories.com/read/blackcat
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angora
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My bff was minding my cats for me and when I went to pick them up, one was missing. We looked and looked for an hour or so and then I freaked out and decided she must have let the cat get out. There was a highway just behind her yard. We searched and yelled for another hour and went back to the house, me in tears. As we walked in we saw Fuffle appear from the upper level where he had been sleeping in the rafters for a couple of hours. Such relief, I just cannot tell you.
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Darcie
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I once had to help a neighbour dismantle a wall to get her cat out. It had gone it through the rafters from the garage and gone down the wall in the kitchen but could not get back up because of the small space.

We had to be very careful, had to move the fridge out and hope it was close enough to let out, no such luck it was just beside and behind the cupboard.

What a production to remove the cupboard. We finally got the cat out but they decided to redo their kitchen because it was partly dismantled anyhow.

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Bitsy
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Both of my daughter's cats were rescues from a litter born in the ceiling of her office. The mother cat was able to get the litter out but one fell trough the ceiling. This happened on two occasions before they were able to seal the access.
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FuzzyO
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Cats!
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I once built a cottage near Calibogie, ON and we had acquired a cat that adopted us as a kitten. His name was "Cat". Cat loved to climb through the open ceiling and display his balancing skills by walking the roof trusses. If I climbed up my aluminum ladder for any reason, he would follow me up. Then the idiot couldn't get down. Imagine the fun involved in rescuing a cat from a position on an aluminum ladder that is 20 feet off the ground and is above the cat. It's a wonder either of us survived.
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"You know who" would prefer no one giving her two any new ideas. As Blue was in my lap when I clicked on this thread this morning, you should have posted a warning:

Do Not read with a cat in yourt lap!

We once lost a cat in the mechanics of our first motorhome. Getting him out was quite an experience.

and you already know about Red getting stuck in the slides of our current motorhome earlier this year.

What people do for their rambunctious kitties!
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wildie
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Mar 10 2014, 02:46 AM
I once had to help a neighbour dismantle a wall to get her cat out. It had gone it through the rafters from the garage and gone down the wall in the kitchen but could not get back up because of the small space.

We had to be very careful, had to move the fridge out and hope it was close enough to let out, no such luck it was just beside and behind the cupboard.

What a production to remove the cupboard. We finally got the cat out but they decided to redo their kitchen because it was partly dismantled anyhow.

Must be why walls are full of cat skeletons! :sigh:
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We had a cat staying with us for a few weeks, she decided that the rafters were preferable to sharing space with Mozzy. He being rather submissive was quite happy to not have her interfere with his people time. No matter what we did to entice her, including not providing food, nothing worked. We eventually put a string of Christmas lights up to be able to monitor her. The garage had a solid ceiling so we could walk there, provide a litter box, food and water. Everyday someone had to climb the ladder to deal with the litter - usually my D who was nimble and unafraid of ladders. It was not until the owners came to retrieve her that she came down, but only because the crawlspace in my closet came tumbling down! Then we had to capture her in the basement - someone left the door open. Never again.
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Reminds me of a book I read by a New York veterinarian "All my patients are under the bed" good read.
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Trotsky
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My cat was gone...we searched all day. It was a third floor apartment and she was NOT in it so we took to walking the streets for two days...nothing.

On about the 15th walk calling her name, a neighbor I had never seen before said she hear meowing coming from one of the cars when she walked by. So we looked harder and when we called her name we heard a quiet meow from the wheel well of a car directly under our tiny balcony-ette (Juliettte thingy.) SHe was atop the wheel.

She was very happy to see us and suffered no damage except a broken incisor. We conjecture she landed on her feet on the concrete but her head kept moving and her upper tooth cracked with impact on the pavement.
(She NEVER went on that balcony again.)
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The most unusual thing I ever saw with a cat was on the farm of my eldest daughter's in-laws near Sorel Que.

They lived near a small airport where one and two seater planes flew. One Sunday we were sitting at a large picnic table talking and drinking excellent coffee when a small grey kitten fell out of the air on the picnic table and landed on his feet.

There had been a small plane flying over us at the time and we often wondered if someone threw it out or if it was hiding in a wheel well. She was wobbly but unhurt. Peter's dad had been a vet and he examined her.

The kitten was kept by my daughter, and lived to a ripe old age of 23, she was called Misty.
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