Cat-Tastrophe

So one of the cats I'm helping cat-sit is missing from the apartment this morning. Turn the house upside down to find her, nothing. I volunteer to stay home and wait to see if she comes out from "hiding." We hear a faint mewling from the hallway. A boy runs up to us and says there's a cat stuck in the elevator shaft.

Cat is wedged between elevator cab and wall. Have no idea how she got there. Nothing is holding her up. She is just stuck.

Somehow, I expected 911 to be a bit more concerned. I mean, you've seen those news stories where a cat gets stuck somewhere and they hold vigils until they get the critter out.

In the end, BF rescues cat by shoving his sweatshirt in the space and giving her some traction to pull herself out.

The cat's back feet look injured. We put her in a carrier and speed off for an emergency trip to the vet.

The vet says cat is fine, just a few cuts on back feet. Gives me a whole battery of kitty antiseptics and opiates. Kitty has already had her first dose of the opioid, eyes dilated, very "chill."

Waiting outside with carrier for car service. Michelle Williams walks by.


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