OT: NEED HELP -- Found Cheeto :-)

Little rascal. He didn't know he was 'lost' of course >g< I guess most of us kitties parents have been in that situation at some time! With me it was my first cat - no windows open, except one high one open a few inches. Yes, I told myself, she *could have got. All round the neighbourhood I went asking everyone .... Thus, when we did find her I had to go back round again and tell them all that she was found. She was sleeping under the duvet just in front of the pillows, so there was no little mound of cat >g< . In message , Tia Mary writes

I knew you would! BTDT. They do scare us, don't they.

Our 'little ones' know instinctively if its vet or cattery time. We lost Mia for an hour last time it was cattery time. We have looked everywhere, including under the coffee table (in the shadows) and under the recliner next to it, even tipping the chair up. No Mia. Then the phone on the coffee table rang, and she shot out from under it. She must have gone from one hiding place to the other - but how did she know which one we were going to look under. As she is black and white we would definitely have seen her if she'd changed rooms.

The last time Kiwi went to the vet I hadn't spoken about it, telephoned or fetched his basket out, just decided - so why did he hide. He never hides and never ever goes in the coffee table corner, but there he was huddled at the back. Unfortunately for him he hasn't got Mia's brains so just sat there thinking that because he's black he was invisible! Silly boy - the vet was going to make him better (sprained wrist).

Sally at the Seaside~~~~~~~~~~~~~uk

Tia Mary wrote:

Typical cat! They can be so sneaky. But I knew you knew that, when I saw that one of the first places you checked was in the bedsprings. I never met a cat that didn't love to get into the bedsprings.

Once I was apartment- and cat-sitting for some friends in New York at the same time that their apartment was being brought up to code. It was nuts; I'd come home in the evenings and find all the furniture piled in the middle of the floor while the wall outlets were being replaced. Anywho, one morning I woke up to hear one of the cats screaming. I discovered her behind the stove, which had been pulled away from the wall by the workers. I had to perform some amazing contortions to get that (very obese) cat out of there. Then, what does she do but jump up to a dresser and then up to the top of a wardrobe.

She could have got out from behind that stove easily; she just wanted to freak me out.

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My ex's cat was missing in the house for over a week while he was gone and had someone else coming to feed it. They were so worried. Even after he came home, he didn't see the cat for two more days. Finally, the cat came out from BEHIND some books about halfway up the bookshelf! I had a cat once who found (or made) a slit in the box spring coverings and would get up inside the box springs to sleep. I did a lot of frantic searching before I found him!

I didn't want to tell my scary kitty story until Cheeto was found and safe.

Years ago I had a gorgeous big long-haired sweetheart of a black cat who lived outdoors in our garage and barns due to my allergies. One day he came up missing. I found him when an empty 50 lb. horse feed sack moved. He had been playing with a dangling lure on a fishing pole and got the treble-hooked fishing lure (with three wicked three-pointed barbed hooks!) buried in his belly and then in his four legs/feet as he battled the lure to get it loose from his belly. And then he managed to drag himself into the empty feed sack. I guess he felt safer in there while he was hurt??? It was the most frightening thing to see the poor guy all hooked into a contortion. The vet quickly put him to rights with some anesthesia and a few minor snips of skin here and there. And we hide the fishing poles behind closed doors as soon as we got home!

Soooo glad Cheeto had a happy ending to his Lost Story.

When I first brought my Weedy cat home, he was so tiny that I had to feed him with an eye dropper. I knew my Lhasa Apso (Tashi) was good with kitties, but he was soooo tiny. I got a huge box, probably close to 4 feet tall, and put my tiny little kitty in a nice, soft snuggly bed in one corner with his water dish in another corner and the littler box in still another corner. I figured he'd be safe and sound while I was at work. Hah. I came home, went straight to the box, and Weedy was gone. Four inches of kitten managed to get out of that huge box. So the hunt began, and all I could think was that Tashi must have eaten him or torn him to shreds and hidden his mangled little body. I was sobbing while I looked. Nowhere. He was gone. I called my then boyfriend (somehow he still married me, even after all this) and he came over and looked. No kitty. I was still crying. All night, no kitty and I was just beside myself. But I got up and dressed for work the next morning and while I was drinking my coffee, I heard the tiniest little 'meow' and followed it into the bedroom. He was under the dresser. There was maybe an inch high notch out of the bottom of the dresser and Weedy had crawled under there. I called Russ and he came over and lifted the dresser while I grabbed Weedy. I cleaned him up and fed him till his little tummy was all full and .... what could I do? I put him back in the box and covered the top with a bed sheet. Of course, when I came home, he was right back under the dresser.

Through all this Tashi had been so patient and so good and finally, I just sat on the floor and put Weedy in front of her. She nosed him and licked him and picked him up by the scruff of his little neck and carried him to her bed. I had to go to work, but decided that it just couldn't get any worse. When I came home, Tashi came running to meet me, like always. And there behind her came Weedy, running to the door. Oh boy. What a relief. So the big box went away and the littler box went in the bathroom and Weedy became Tashi's puppy. It worked. I still don't know how, but it did. LOL.

Good luck and take some photos. I want to see Cheeto.

Sunny

Sandy wrote:

I have to tell you all that he is as changed "man" since the surgery. One of our gentlemen members mentioned that it could take several days for the hormones to work their way out of Cheeto's system. I think it only took several hours!! After he finally came out of hiding, he joined me in the computer room and proceeded to again crawl into my lap, started to purr, circled his wagons, lay down and went back to sleep!!! This was a first -- something he had never done before joining The Clippers Club! He was always a sweetie and let you pick him up and hold him for a bit but wasn't one for sitting on your lap or snuggling except at night in bed (JUST LIKE A MAN -- LOL). Now he wants to have a bit of a snooze in my lap whenever I am at the 'puter AND when I am in my chair in front of the telly trying to do some needlework :-). He is going to be a great kitten for the SMDGD. Young and feisty enough to live with a First Grader and a 5 year old dog sister yet sweet and loving enough to live with a First Grader AND her mommy :-). Needless to say, I am quite glad that he came out of hiding and wasn't stuck somewhere or hurt. I will also be quite glad when he goes to his new home and I will be done with this whole "raising another cat child" thing. DH, OTOH, is liable to really miss the little one. He's not here all day having to deal with all the kitten crap this little guy tries to get away with. But then, DH is the one with the large mole on his upper left chest that Cheeto thinks is a nipple and nurses on each night with the requisite loud purring, nuzzling to get the "nipple" in his mouth just right and then exposing his little claws to "snurf" in an effort to squeeze out the nonexistent mother's milk -- LOLOLOL! CiaoMeow >^;;^<

PAX, Tia Mary >^;;^< (RCTQ Queen of Kitties) Angels can't show their wings on earth but nothing was ever said about their whiskers! Visit my Photo albums at

Sandy, I did the same thing. :-) But being a cat person myself, I knew how worried Mary was and wanted to send her "good stuff" for finding Cheeto ASAP!

Best regards, Michelle in Nevada