Yep she did do it twice, however we seem to remember it slightly differently.
When I was little there was a dry cleaners in the neighborhood that had a resident cat. I would go in just to pet that cat. It was huge and really old (over 20.) It also had a cool name, something French that began with an M. The people at the cleaners were very nice so I always imagined they took the cat home with them at night.
At one time I had three cats. One day I set out their food. Two came running. No Teddy. I walked around the house calling him. I knew he could not have gotten out. I looked everywhere, no Teddy. Finally I walked past the open top loading washing machine; there was dear Teddy looking up at me. It never occurred to me to check before because Teddy never jumped up on anything.
In a bowl of Chinese soup (not a positive ID.) Wait – does that qualify as “unlikely”?
Oh yes the good ole Xmas tree. Our sons cat decided to be the topper , I came out of the kitchen into the living room, saw a pr of eyes shining near the top of the tree. All I said was “Morris”, and he jumped taking most of the trim on that side with him. It never looked as good after that.
Behind the refrigerator, which had been pulled forward to measure the wall for new wallpaper. (And subsequently, nearly squashed when the refrigerator was pushed back.) The eaves of the house, accessible only through the attic during the twenty seconds the attic door was open while I fetched a box of something. Took us hours to find her, as we could hear her faint meowing while outside, but not while inside, and that corner of the house didn’t have much foliage for her to hide in, so it was obvious she wasn’t out there.
In the fireplace?! Now THAT is one gutsy cat!!
Mr Nuts used to sleep behind the woodstove when it was lit.
“Well, it started as a bump on my ass…”
I saw a cat that fell out of a fat woman’s rolls. I guess she was trying to sneak it on the bus but when it struggled for air it managed to tumble out of her side flab.
That cat’s seen shit :eek:
Not so unlikely but almost heart attack inducing.
My Mom got a brand new siamese kitten. I went over to her house to meet the new kitten, which was named Christine. She was a dinky little thing.
After I met the kitten my Mom and I hung out for a while. And my Mom wondered where the new, very small, kitten went.
So we went looking. And could not find her anywhere. Mom started to freak after about 30 minutes. We were looking everywhere, opened a can of tuna to try and lure the kitten out. No luck.
After an hour Mom as truly freaked, she thought the kitten got out.
Ya know when you make the bed and you tuck in the pillows? Ya know the little crease that forms between the bed and the pillow?
Yep, Christina decided that was a wonderful place to take a nap. She was so small that she fit into the little crease and you couldn’t see a thing.
More recently our cat Fillmore disappeared. We finally found him on top of the entertainment center. The thing is we couldn’t figure out how he got on top of it. There is nothing to climb up on the entertainment center itself.
A few days later we figured it out. Fillmore found that the venetian blinds are misnamed. They are actually a cat ladder. So he climbs up the blinds then jumps over to the entertainment center.
He is really good at hiding, the little fucker*. He has gotten into more spots that seem impossible to get to than any other cat I’ve owned.
He also gets on top of our armoire. I still haven’t figured out how he does it. There is nothing to climb on or jump from to get to the top. I believe, but haven’t seen it actually happen, that he goes up the back by sandwiching himself between the armoire and the wall and walking up. Thats got to be the way he does it because the armoire is in an alcove and there is nothing around it except wall.
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*I love the guy but he is rambunctious as all hell.
Growing up, we had Siamese cats that would sit on the top of half-opened doors. They would jump from the floor to get up there.
At the beach, on a leash.
Too bad you didn’t get a picture!
Not me finding the cat but…
I lived in a triplex once that had a tool shed next to it. There was a stray cat in the area (whose brothers & sisters had all been killed on the local road sadly). My neighbor had noticed he wasn’t around for a couple of days but then when he walked by the tool shed he heard a weak and pitiful meow. He opened the shed to find the cat had somehow partially dislodged the spinning ventilation fan on the roof, but had somehow gotten his tail stuck and had been hanging by it for a while. The cat was near death but my neighbor rushed him to the vet and the cat lived with medical treatment. Sadly his tail had to be amputated but he seemed to get along fine without it.
Under the refrigerator in the drip pan. We had to repeatedly pull the drip pan out to get her out. But this was only when we first got her and she was shy, and after she got used to us she stopped hiding there.
A few years ago, my mother woke my dad at 5:00am to completely disassemble the downstairs corner bookshelves. Somehow, one of the cats had gotten up on top, probably while chasing a bug, and fallen down behind the shelves. She was trapped between the bookcase and the wall and couldn’t move. We don’t know how long she was stuck back there until my mom finally got up for work and heard her shrieking in panic. None of us even knew it was possible for a cat to fit in there.
We have two cats, mother and daughter. Mom cat is far too dignified and aware of her place in life to be caught doing anything or being anywhere that is beneath her. She does, however, occasionally sip from the dogs water bowl.
Her kitten, OTOH, once got trapped in the cold air vent. The cover was removed while we were painting but was propped up against the wall to deter snoopy cars. Well, the kitten pushed it down with her paw, and climbed in. She actually got halfway to the living room when she realized she couldn’t turn around, as the vent was very narrow. We heard her crying and tapped along the vents in the basement ceiling to try to find her, but she was stuck on the main floor. My daughter had the wisdom to turn on a light in the living room and the kitten raced toward it. We quickly removed the vent cover but she was a good foot away from us, tired,and very dirty. My husband reached down and grabbed her which she didn’t mind at all. Once he let her down she streaked off, annoyed as hell. I don’t recall a thank you for saving her.
On a surf board.
Although it was after a long night of beach partying and it was near Mauritius, where cats don’t live. So on second thoughts, maybe it was just a shark’s fin.
Hiking in the Texas hill country decades ago when it was a wilder place, spotting a mountain lion on a boulder, stalking in closer to get a pic, I’m unbelievably quiet and stealthy and then poof! lion resolves into an orange tom cat sitting on a rock laughing at me…
Rocking Chair factory.