I’ve already written about the major renovation on the former septic system and new sewer hook-up here. It had us busy keeping up with the progress with the sound of machinery grinding along and dirt moving with trenches and pipe everywhere.
In the midst of all of this, Bruce and I realized we hadn’t seen our calico cat, Rags, for several days. I feared the worst as I lost another cat some years ago when the city did major trench work on the road along our street when they worked on the storm drains.
But two days ago, first thing in the morning when the house was quiet, I heard a faint mew from under the house. I put on shoes, grabbed a flashlight and headed down to the crawl space. Booger, our tuxedo cat, came along to see what I was doing, promptly going under the house. Soon he flushed out Rags and I could see her back in a corner. Knowing she hadn’t eaten for at least three days, I fetched bowls of food and water, putting them right outside the door to the space. Booger, of course, helped himself to a snack as reward for his efforts in the discovery of his missing friend. Rags has always been a bit spooky so I left her alone. An hour later I checked and she had eaten, but wouldn’t come out! Crazy kitty! She wants to live there? The place that is so musty that I, as an asthmatic, can’t go under there! It has now been a day and a half. The door is propped open, but if she wants another meal she needs to see the people with opposable thumbs. And then, she’ll need a bath.
