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This is what happens when your new barn cats get stuck in the wall.
Yep, that’s right. So I was perusing good ol’ Craigslist a few weeks back when I saw a post from a lady trying to find homes for her outdoor cats. She had taken in something like 15 cats over the years as strays and had taken care of them as outside cats. Problem is, she’s now moving to a small home in town…can’t take all those cats with her. I thought, well…we have a barn, we have a pole barn, we have mice…maybe we have a home for a few.
No good deed goes unpunished, I’ll tell you that much. She was a very nice lady…but… She had three that were siblings she’d had since they were kittens, they were all fixed and she wanted to keep them together. Since I don’t want to end up with a cat farm, I thought getting some fixed cats for free sounded like a good idea.
What was supposed to be a 50 minute drive to her house was more like an hour and 45 minutes. Then, as we loaded the cats into crates, we realized just how unhappy they were about crates. That’s when one escaped and clawed the crap out of the lady’s arm as she tried desperately to stop him from escaping. I departed her house with 2 of the 3 cats, one of her little crates, and a promise that she’d catch him and bring him to me because she desperately wanted him to go home with me.
When I got home, Buddy, the black cat was angrily trying to kill me through the bars of the crate. My husband came to help move the crate and looked at me like I was nuts. I assured him that she had been very sweet when I picked her up, but she apparently didn’t appreciate the crate or the car ride. Buffy just hid in his crate, never making a peep. I put them in a nice insulated room in our barn with litter boxes and lots of food and yummy treats until they got used to their new home. For a few days Buffy just hid behind some boards against the wall and Buddy hissed at me anytime I came near her hiding spot.
A few days later, Wednesday I think it was, I got a call that the escapee, Goofy had been caught, and she was on her way to my town. Nevermind it was the middle of the afternoon and I was at work. She begged me to meet her just outside town…she’s terrified of city driving. So, off I went to meet her. She sent me off with Goofy, another crate she told me to keep, a big bag of cat food in a container, and $20 to buy more. Goofy wasn’t super impressed with the crate but let me pet him a little once I got him in the barn with his brother and sister.
After a couple days I thought I’d made some great progress with Goofy and Buddy. Goofy loved attention and Buddy quickly decided she wanted in on the action. The two of them enjoyed scratches, extra treats, conversation, and even let me carry them around. That was last week.
Tuesday night I went out to feed the cats and discovered Buffy seemed to be missing. He never came out of hiding before, but this time he was actually gone. I searched high and low, enlisted my husband’s help, and we determined he was gone, though we couldn’t really find a way out of the room. Wednesday night I went out to feed the cats and discovered I was down to just one cat…Buddy. Yep…the one that appeared to be a rabid (she’s not, she was just crazy), demon possessed cat when I first brought them home was my lone ranger left.
Where the heck did they go?!
I called and called for Goofy, who usually would talk back to me, but I got nothing. I searched everywhere, went outside in the dark to see if I could see any slivers of light coming from that room that might tell me where they’d escaped…nothing. After a good 10 minute search, I had given up with one last call to Goofy when I heard a faint call back.
You have to be kidding me…he’s behind the wall! Ugh! With my husband’s help we dismantled the section of the wall you see in the picture and sure enough, when I checked with a flashlight there were two sets of eyes at the far end of the wall staring back at me. Goofy has decided he doesn’t like me anymore, and now prefers to hide in the wall with Buffy, who never did like us, and Buddy is still, well, my buddy. Who would have guessed? Certainly not my husband!
Honestly…it’s never dull. It would have been so much easier to get some kittens…