Jack's Amazing Crawlspace Adventure
So Jack had an adventure yesterday.
He gets in the crawlspace, in our garage. The problem? The crawlspace is filled with WATER, because the pump that keeps it dry is broken and we haven't replaced it yet. So he gets in there, way back in there, and realizes how wet it is, and like the crazy cat he is, WON'T COME OUT. I tried to get in there to get him, but there was too much water. I talked to him a bit, thinking that maybe he would come to me if he knew I was there, but all he did was cry and meow and stay in there. So I gave up and went inside, but left the garage door open.
Bob, my dad's cat, was really worried about this. He was pacing back and forth in the house, and then he went into the garage, sat by the entrance to the crawlspace, and stared.
Around midnight, Jack finally braves the flooded crawlspace and comes back in the house. Now, he's soaked, filthy, and shivering, and looks absolutely pitiful. My mom fills the kitchen sink with warm soapy water and we give him a bath to warm him up and clean him up. Jack normally freaks out when he's bathed, but he stayed calm, most likely because he was cold and the water was warm. We took a hairdryer to him to dry him off, and again, he didn't freak out like normal. Once he was warm and dry and fluffy I let him curl up in my bedroom and he fell asleep. I usually don't let him sleep in my room because he doesn't settle, but last night I felt so sorry for him I let him stay, and he behaved himself.
The only injuries he seems to have from this are a sore nose (think he stubbed it on something because it's pinker than normal and he had dried blood on it last night) and one of the claws on one of his back paws is torn. He doesn't act like he's in pain or sick, and is just as frisky as ever, so besides those two injuries, he doesn't seem to have come off any worse for his time in the crawlspace.
I'm sure being trapped down there brought back bad memories for him, though. He was originally a stray-my aunt and uncle found Jack, along with his mom and sister, in the basement of an abandoned house. I'm also convinced that he was abused at some point in his kittenhood, as he is scared of everyone but me normally and his tail is crooked towards the tip, like it was broken and healed badly.
Jack is my baby, and anyone who hurts him is gonna have to answer to ME. >-
He gets in the crawlspace, in our garage. The problem? The crawlspace is filled with WATER, because the pump that keeps it dry is broken and we haven't replaced it yet. So he gets in there, way back in there, and realizes how wet it is, and like the crazy cat he is, WON'T COME OUT. I tried to get in there to get him, but there was too much water. I talked to him a bit, thinking that maybe he would come to me if he knew I was there, but all he did was cry and meow and stay in there. So I gave up and went inside, but left the garage door open.
Bob, my dad's cat, was really worried about this. He was pacing back and forth in the house, and then he went into the garage, sat by the entrance to the crawlspace, and stared.
Around midnight, Jack finally braves the flooded crawlspace and comes back in the house. Now, he's soaked, filthy, and shivering, and looks absolutely pitiful. My mom fills the kitchen sink with warm soapy water and we give him a bath to warm him up and clean him up. Jack normally freaks out when he's bathed, but he stayed calm, most likely because he was cold and the water was warm. We took a hairdryer to him to dry him off, and again, he didn't freak out like normal. Once he was warm and dry and fluffy I let him curl up in my bedroom and he fell asleep. I usually don't let him sleep in my room because he doesn't settle, but last night I felt so sorry for him I let him stay, and he behaved himself.
The only injuries he seems to have from this are a sore nose (think he stubbed it on something because it's pinker than normal and he had dried blood on it last night) and one of the claws on one of his back paws is torn. He doesn't act like he's in pain or sick, and is just as frisky as ever, so besides those two injuries, he doesn't seem to have come off any worse for his time in the crawlspace.
I'm sure being trapped down there brought back bad memories for him, though. He was originally a stray-my aunt and uncle found Jack, along with his mom and sister, in the basement of an abandoned house. I'm also convinced that he was abused at some point in his kittenhood, as he is scared of everyone but me normally and his tail is crooked towards the tip, like it was broken and healed badly.
Jack is my baby, and anyone who hurts him is gonna have to answer to ME. >-