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Annie Wxill - 02 Mar 2007 23:33 GMT

Wednesday was moving out of our apartment day. All the big furniture was
gone (except the cat tree). Everything else was packed in plastic bins or
those bags you suck the air out. Just a little more cleaning, and it would
be time to load up the stuff and the cats in the car.

We had Cinder in sight, but Rosie was missing. Where could a cat hide in a
nearly empty three-room apartment?

Jim noticed a kitchen drawer ajar. He pulled it out, and sure enough, there
was Rosie behind the drawer. So, we left the drawer out and let her stay
where she felt safe until we were ready to load up the cats and leave.

Annie

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Jack Campin - bogus address - 05 Mar 2007 01:27 GMT

> Where could a cat hide in a nearly empty three-room apartment?
>
> Jim noticed a kitchen drawer ajar. He pulled it out, and sure enough,
> there was Rosie behind the drawer. So, we left the drawer out and let
> her stay where she felt safe until we were ready to load up the cats
> and leave.

Our Ishmael used to have a hiding place like that. Marion had a desk
where the drawers didn't go all the way to the back panel, so Ishmael
used to climb up from underneath when they were all fully closed and
settle in the top one. You'd open the drawer and there was a fluffy
sleepy tuxedo kitten flat on his back blinking up at you. Somehow he
was always rumpled, the effect was of a bloke who'd gone to a party
and woken up fully clothed in his sharp suit on somebody else's sofa
without remembering a thing about how he got there.

I knew someone who moved from a Victorian tenement flat in Glasgow.
In the taxi on the way to the new place, she suddenly started
screaming incoherently 'I'VE LOST MY PUSSY!". The taxi driver at
first thought she'd been raped and was going to take her to the
accident and emergency unit, but finally she calmed down enough
to explain that her cat wasn't in the taxi where he should have
been. So they doubled back. Turned out that like a lot of flats
in Glasgow, this one had a double front door with a very small
hallway in between, and the cat had hidden behind the outer storm
door at the last minute. The found him locked in between the two
doors.

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Annie Wxill - 05 Mar 2007 01:47 GMT

... You'd open the drawer and there was a fluffy sleepy tuxedo kitten flat
on his back blinking up at you. Somehow he was always rumpled, the effect
was of a bloke who'd gone to a party

> and woken up fully clothed in his sharp suit on somebody else's sofa
> without remembering a thing about how he got there.

...

> Jack Campin

I love that description. I can just see him in that drawer.

I'm glad your friend found her cat. It must have been a great relief for
the cat, also, to have been set free from between the two doors.

Annie

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John F. Eldredge - 05 Mar 2007 02:29 GMT

>... You'd open the drawer and there was a fluffy sleepy tuxedo kitten flat
>on his back blinking up at you. Somehow he was always rumpled, the effect
[quoted text clipped - 8 lines]
>I'm glad your friend found her cat. It must have been a great relief for
>the cat, also, to have been set free from between the two doors.

When I was in high school, we lived in an old house with thick
downstairs walls. As a result, there was a six or seven inch
separation between the main door and the storm door. On one occasion,
I was the last person to leave the house in the morning, and the first
one to return that afternoon. I found our tomcat waiting impatiently
between the two doors. Apparently, he had followed me out the inner
door, then had stood in the space between the two doors long enough
for the automatic door closer to shut and latch the storm door.
Fortunately, this was in mild weather and the door was in the shade,
so he hadn't overheated while trapped between the doors.

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Marina - 05 Mar 2007 05:06 GMT

> Our Ishmael used to have a hiding place like that. Marion had a desk
> where the drawers didn't go all the way to the back panel, so Ishmael
[quoted text clipped - 4 lines]
> and woken up fully clothed in his sharp suit on somebody else's sofa
> without remembering a thing about how he got there.

<g> Reminds me of my little tuxedo, Nikki (1988-2005). She also used to
climb into a set of kitchen drawers and fall asleep among the utensils.

> I knew someone who moved from a Victorian tenement flat in Glasgow.
> In the taxi on the way to the new place, she suddenly started
> screaming incoherently 'I'VE LOST MY PUSSY!".

ROFL!

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