Daredevil Kitten, Rescued

Posted by Liana at 10:58 AM

They ran excitedly into the basement to play and run around like crazy animals... like they did every Monday small group came to the house (thanks to them being quite good at distracting us and making some sneeze!).... it's one of their favorite places to play because there is a lot of room to run around....

.....two hours later, the door was opened and their names called.... but only Charlie came tromping up the stairs excited to be around his mommas again...

Graaaaaaace!! Graaaace!! Grace, kitty, kitty, come on up now! Graaaaaceee..... where are you?? Pretty Girl!!! Where are you pretty girl!???

I looked for some shoes and went quickly down the stairs. It wasn't like Grace (aka "Pretty Girl") to not come up right away... she was usually ready before Charlie.

Graaaaaaaacccce!!
Me-ow

Ah.... she's down there... but where? I looked around everywhere and couldn't see her. Her small meew came again... but still nowhere to be found. Meow meeek. Squeek. From ABOVE!!! Somehow this crazy daredevil of a kitty got WAY up into the ceiling!! Oh no!!


(most pics compliments of Sara)

I tried in vain to get her down by standing on a stool and reaching out to her. I got a grasp once but she freaked out, holding on to the 2x6 with all her might, clawing into it, not letting me take her down to safe grounds. After about 10 minutes I went to Sara for help.... we tried everything... propping stuff up for her to climb down, reaching for her. Even Charlie was anxious and wanted to help... he was talking words of encouragement to Grace to come down... and even tried jumping half-way up the wall to go get her.

Finally, just when we were about to give up Sara ran up and got some of her leftover dinner beef and strategically placed it on the highest shelf that was closest to where she could reach it. With the beef as a teaser, we lured her to her stack, and rescued her from the ceiling... all the while she's flipping about freaking out. Kitty rescued!!!

Of course, she'd been all up in the insulation and dust... and was a film of insulation covering her fur and some dust to boot. Time for her FIRST kitty-bath... as if she didn't have enough trauma in one night.



Needless to say, she wasn't the least bit fond of the experience. She used those purdy nails of hers to remind me of the fact by drawing blood at one point. After it was all over, Charlie helped lick her matted fur, and she slowly dried to become yet again "pretty girl".