Not really, but it’s close.
Do you remember the one about the bird who gets carpeted over, then hammered down? Well, my bathroom is being redone. The workmen ripped out my floors, walls and ceiling. After a week of work, I had new tile everywhere. The workmen leave and I hear my little kitty stuck in the closet. Only when I open the closet door the cat is not in the closet, the cat is behind the closet.
The workmen walled in my poor kitty! I call my landlord who tells me, “When Russell had his kitchen done Sooty was trapped for 2 weeks.”
My first thought was: You mean these guys have done this before?
Too make a long story even longer, my poor cat meowed and scratched the whole night long. I felt like I was in a Twilight Zone episode.
She was rescued the next day. (Had to remove the recessed wall cabinet to get her.) At least she wasn’t hammered down.
Your poor kitty! I hope you gave her lots of love…the poor thing must have been so scared. 
Rose
I told you not to be stupid, you moron.
Dang, if that happened to one of my cats, one of those workmen would be there all night getting him/her out if that’s what it took. If they refused, I would do it myself.
I can’t stand the “cry” of one of my babies…
Glad your cat is okay, hopefully no worse for the experience.
When you got her out, was she perched atop the head of your murder victim?
. . . Oh, wait, that’s something else . . .
SUE THE BASTARDS!
I know I’d be pretty miffed if somebody did that to my cat. (Now, my sister, I’d have paid them to do it, but you can’t have everything…)
Esprix
Yipe! What I want to know is how to Sooty survive for two weeks? Was there some water leak there to keep her/him from dying of thirst?
I’m glad you got your furry friend back. On the other hand, Warner Brothers cartoons have taught me that every cat’s dream is to get inside the wall, where there are plenty of mice to chase…
I’m a cat lover and have had many a pet kitty bring me joy but…
I couldn’t help laughing!
God, I’m going to hell…
Sorry… so sorry… chuckle
The Sleeper has AWAKEN!
Frankly, I don’t understand what the fuss is about.
It’s common knowledge that cats are in league with the devil.
Sooty was all right. My landlord told me this story to calm my raging hysterics. My husband stopped my from taking a crowbar to the tile (my husband stops me from doing a lot of things that seem perfectly justifiable at the time, but I know I would come to regret later.)
Stupid (that’s my cat’s name) was fine, but she did spend half the day curled in my lap (she’s usually quite independant.)
The reaction from this story so far is split fifty-fifty between people who laugh and people who want the workmen shot.
At first I wanted to shoot them, but now I can see the humor in it.
I think you should laugh while shooting the workmen, which gives a genuinely chilling maniacal effect.
I wish I could have seen your cat’s face when they finally opened the door though! (still laughing)
And you thought there was no rational use for guns, Arnold. Shame on you.
I especially love that its name is actually Stupid! What else does he doe that is likely to crack me up??
(BTW, I’m glad the little bastard was saved in time, FWIW 
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Coldfire
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Good one Eve!
My god… I am sorry… but that story is freakin funny! …still… I can’t believe you waited 'till morning!
Oh, for the love of God!
Dubbed The Skunk of Holes by some putz who’s name I have fortunately forgotten.
My idiot cat is perfectly capable of doing that to HIMSELF. If he goes into the back of the upstairs closet, and patiently paws at the panel in the back, eventually he gets it loose enough to slip into the crawl space. He then can travel behind the bedroom wall and into the porch roof. Beyond that he cannot go; further, because there’s no light in the crawl space, he can’t find the way back. So he spends all day meowing pitifully (while we are at work.) The first time he did this I could hear him but could not figure out where in the world he could be. The other cat stared at me anxiously but was of no help. Finally I figured it out and rescued him. Can you believe the moron does it every chance he gets?
There is a new one for cat hater bumber stickers. “The only good cat is a walled up cat”
Just joking, I myself love cats(but how do you cook the darn thing)
I am glad your cat is ok
UncleBeer, au contraire. I think guns have a perfect rational use when they give someone the chance to a good punchline, or when blind-folded Bugs Bunny uses them to shoot a cigarette out of the month of Elmer Fudd.
My former landlords were having a room built in the basement and one of their cats also went behind a wall as it was being sheetrocked. They had to rip out one panel to get the kitty out.
My own cats enjoy crawling from the finished portion of the ceiling into the unfinished portion, where they can travel to many fascinating parts of the basement. (I don’t encourage this; sometimes they just find their way there.) They also like to recline in the fireplace - all the way in, in the ashes. It makes for a fun evening of kitty bathing.
Three related stories, so I’ll be quick:
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Apartment I lived in a few years ago had a 1/2 finished attic, and I left the stairs down frequently cause I used it as “living space”. Cats would go up, walk across the insulation, and climb down into the front wall of the building. I don’t know what they’d do in there, but they seemed to like it as they did it frequently.
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At mom’s, the laundry room has a small space that goes through to the attic of the actual house (laundry room off the carport). One of the same cats, and a new one like to go up there and explore at every opportunity.
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Same cat that went in both attics had kittens in our barn 2 years ago. I had all my furniture out there in storage, but my bed was set up and had sheets, comforter, etc on it. One day I came home, checked on the kittens, and they weren’t in their box. I could hear their little pitiful mews coming from behind the bed somewhere and I thought Edie had dropped them into the wall. She hadn’t though; she’d just tucked them under the covers of the bed. Sweet, huh?
Anyhow, glad to hear Stupid survived his kitty ordeal.
We had something similar happen when we remodelled our house a few years ago. There’s a grate that covers access to the crawl space under the house. The workmen had been under the house doing pipe related stuff, and had left the grate off. When my husband came home, he put the grate back on, not realizing that the cat had sauntered in to check out the dark underside of the house. We started to hear the cat crying as dusk came on, and looked all over the place for it. Finally we discovered the cat at the grate. When freed, he jumped out, down to the driveway, and calmly sat and licked his paws as if to say “What? No, nothing happened I couldn’t handle, thank you. Carry on!”
Goldie
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