The Great Kitty Rescue of Aught-Eight

Betty and Lola mostly ignore each other, but are usually within 10 feet or so of one another. Cats are weird like that. So when I saw Lola sauntering out of Ed's closet this morning (the door was accidentally left open -- closets are generally cat-free zones), I was pretty sure Betty was in there too.

Sure enough, we couldn't find Betty after searching the house. We didn't even hear her distinctive bell. (Both cats have tags and bells so we can find them easily in the house. Although it was unplanned, the different metals in their tags -- stainless for Betty and aluminum for Lola -- make it easy to tell who's who without looking.)



Ed got out a flashlight and found Betty in the unfinished part of his closet, which is over the stairs.



She had managed to creep down into the area in the ceiling above the stairs and under the particle board (through a tunnel with 5" of clearance). Betty is just 2/3 the size of Lola, so she fits into tight parking spaces. Ed pried up the floorboards to get to her.



Betty, no worse for the adventure, immediately ran off to snorgle with the catnip cigar.

Ed took these photos even though I didn't ask him to. He wanted to make sure I could blog the rescue ops, which took place after I left for work. :)