CAT-astrophe!

Last weekend I had a cold so Tom had taken over the cat feeding duties at night so I could sleep. On Monday morning he told me of his sanity questioning adventure from the night before...

He said he had let our cat inside to eat her dinner because it was a little bit cold out... she ate, sniffed around the house a bit, and went back outside. At around 2:00 am or so he goes out to the kitchen to get something to drink and in the darkness he thought he saw a black cat run through the room. He wasn't sure... it was dark. So he gets his flashlight and searches the house, doesn't find anything and goes back to our room thinking he's losing it...

He watches a movie and around 5:00 am goes back out and is hit by this horrible smell when he opens the bedroom door. He again gets the flashlight and searches the house and this time finds a pile of poop next to the front door. He's really thinking he's losing it now... he can't find a cat anywhere in the house, and he's starting to think it must have been there all along, from when he let our cat in to eat. Now I'm having none of this idea because I just KNOW my cat would not poop in the house... seriously... I know. But really, what other explanation is there? There is no other cat and my cat was in the house earlier.

Now we get to Thursday night and we head out to the kitchen to get food for our cat. We hear this loud noise in the room between the kitchen and garage, like things are being knocked around and the blinds are being shaken. My first thought is that someone is out there messing around, but we look in and no one is there... no person anyway... there is a cat in there!!! One of our neighbors strays that she keeps around has hidden itself in there since Sunday night and we can't get it out. We use that room for storage of your basic junky stuff... empty boxes, camping gear, old books... The stupid cat has gotten down under all of that stuff and will not move. So at 10:30 pm, we have to start unloading all of the stuff in that room into the back yard and dig out the cat. Finally, we get enough stuff out that we can see exactly where it is... for a while we would just move a few things then stop and listen for movement... and poke around blindly with a broom handle. After we found it, that is when the fun began...

The cat was obviously terrified. It would run around the room climbing on top of everything it came close to. At one point it climed the window screen and got on top of the blinds. I had to go outside and tap on the window to get it down... It kept going back down under this old weight bench and hiding. Finally we were able to get it to run outside.

We were so worn out afterwards that we just left everything in the back yard overnight.

We're still not sure how or when the cat got in. The door had been left open by a few people throughout the day, so I guess it could have went in at any time and found a place to hide. It's just amazing to me that it was there that long and no one saw it.