Yes, It Really Happened

As previously mentioned by my husband, we are going through some kitchen reconstruction at our humble abode due to a drain pipe leak behind the wall.   One wall in our kitchen, which also is shared by the two bathrooms in our home, has been without drywall for a few weeks.   Last Friday afternoon a couple of men came over to install new drywall and paint.   It caused quite a bit of racket and they were here for 5 to 6 hours.

Whenever anyone comes to our house our cat GG hides.   Generally she runs to our bedroom and hides in the back of the closet.   Our other cat, Miss Ellie, is not at all put off by visitors and will usually hang around to see what’s going on.   So, I was not at all surprised that we did not see GG all day.

The men finished their work around six that evening and about an hour later Norm and I went out for dinner since we still do not have total use of our kitchen.   I expected when we came home that we would see GG waiting for us in the living room.   No, she was not there when we returned an hour later.

Norm had been saying for several weeks that he was concerned that GG would get sealed up in the wall.   And, when she wasn’t waiting for us, I began to think it might be true.   I went into the kitchen and called her name.   Sure enough, I heard a soft meow from behind the wall.   Oh my!   What do we do?   I called 911, but they told me they did not do animal rescue.   Perhaps I should call animal control?   Norm was on the other phone with the contractor.   He told us to go ahead and cut a hole in the wall.   You see was already 8:30 PM.   Norm got the neighbor to help him cut a hole in the drywall.   I knew the only place that she could be, that the workers would not have noticed, was in the tight space running perpendicular to the kitchen wall that holds all the pipes for the bathrooms.

The whole was cut open and the neighbor left and GG did not come out for over three hours.   She must have gone to sleep deep within the wall.   We called her and called her to no avail.   Thinking that we needed some sort of exit alarm, we put a bowl of tuna fish on the kitchen floor next to the whole in the wall.   It was nearly midnight before she emerged and we were exhausted from all the worry.   I am so glad she survived, but honestly I was ready to ring her neck when she came out!

1 Comment

  1. Aznorm
    Jun 21, 2010

    That was my can of tuna fish, and after smelling it through the whole house….it’s going to be awhile before I buy it again. It doesn’t quite smell the same when in a sandwich with mayo and pickle relish and two slices of bread.