Recently K and I were working from home. He had taken a phone call, when I hear him tell the caller to hold on a second.
“I think I hear a kitty screaming, can you go check?” he says to me
Now let me tell you that our kitties scream all the time, usually about nothing. I have actually seen them scream so much that they need to stop to take a drink of water before they can continue screaming.
So I did find this a little weird and my first thought was that he heard them fighting with the stray cat that sometimes wanders by our house.
When I went downstairs though I heard a distressed squeak that sounded like Pothole. So I called her name :
“Pothole?”
“Meow!” she answered me
I looked around but didn’t see her anywhere so I called again
“Pothole?”
“Meow!”
It seems to be coming from the refrigerator so I look at her usual hiding places – on top of the fridge, by the garage door, on top of the cabinets – and I don’t see her anywhere.
At this point I am starting to get a little panicked since I can’t see her right away.
“Pothole?”
“Meow!”
“Pothole!”
“Meow!”
“POTHOLE?”
“MEOW!”
“POTHOLE!”
“MEOW!”
Although this game of Kitty Marco-Polo is amusing, I’m getting more worried wondering where she actually is. It sounds like its coming from the fridge but she’s not on top and there is no room on the sides or bottom for her to get back there.
Then I have an idea! When I was younger one of my family’s cats wandered into the refrigerator while we were getting out some food and subsequently got locked in. So I assume thats what happened to Pothole.
I open up both the refrigerator doors and pull out the freezer. I don’t see her (a 13lb cat in our refrigerator would have been obvious) but it doesn’t stop me from repeating the game of Marco-Polo by yelling into our open refrigerator – albeit a little more frantically this time.
“POTHOLE!”
“MEOW!”
“POTHOLE!”
“MEOW!”
“POTHOLE!”
“MEOW!”
It’s been about five minutes since this all started and I can’t find Pothole and I’m all out of ideas. K must have heard the rising panic in my voice because he called down.
“Do I need to come down there?”
“Yes! I don’t know where Pothole is!”
He hangs up the phone, comes downstairs and rounds to corner to see me yelling my cat’s name into an open refrigerator and he bursts into laughter.
I, however, am not amused.
While still giggling at me, he pulls out the refrigerator to release a very perturbed Pothole. How she got behind there I don’t really understand since there is literally a 6″ gap to the back of our refrigerator and the only place she could have accessed it from had lots of stuff in the way.
Somehow she managed to get stuck and totally upset my morning. Ahh kitties…what would we do without them 
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