So, we have been getting our house remodeled for the past few weeks, and until yesterday we had no floors.
But let me explain something first, we have a little gray cat named Sweet (NO I didn't name her, my dad did). Now Sweet hates anyone outside our family, or rather is petrified of them. So when the construction workers arrived at about 8:30 am to get started, I barely saw this gray streak shoot up the stairs for refuge. I thought to myself "What a dumb cat, she knows they're working up there." Little did I know how much I would eat my words.
So the day goes by, no disturbances, until the men leave. Sighing, I went up the stairs to get my cat out from under my bed (so she wouldn't go to the bathroom up there, starve or die of thirst, ya know, the normal cat stuff.) So I run my hands under the bed but don't feel any silky fur, just my light saber from when I was 10 that had been under there for who knows how long. So, assuming she went further back, I lifted up my matress....nothing. So I shook the matress, still nothing.
Now I wasn't quite yet worrying, first I started looking in her other hiding spots...nothing. So I started looking other small places...nothing.Then I started worrying. I got my mom and my sister on the hunt too (I would have got my dad too, but he's in Minnesota.) WE LOOKED EVERYWHERE! Nothing. Finally we went out into the freezing cold night to search for her. Sweet, you must understand, was NOT an indoor cat by force, she just is germaphobic or something, so she satays indoors no matter what. And the conspirator that I am, I bagan wondering, "Did one of those workers take her!? If they did I'm going to be soooo mad!"
After no luck outside, we decide to just sit down and wait for her to come to us. So we turned on the TV (Jeopardy with the whole people vs. Watson the computer was on) and sat down. Within minutes we heard a scratching scuffling sound. So we ran upstairs and listened..."meow" Came her petite little voice.
"Where is that coming from!?" we wondered. "Scratch Scratch" It came from our bathroom. We waited and listened some more, only assuming the worst. We heard it again...through our freshly laid down bathroom floor under our JUST CEMENTED new shower! Then we saw a little paw reach up to the drain. The dumb cat HID IN THE FLOORLESS BATHROOM! So when the guys came in they didn't see the hiding cat and put the new floors in. We quickly lifted up the shower and tried to get one of the boards loose with no such luck. So (after we called everyone else unlike normal people who do this first) we finally called 911.
The fire department came and tore up one panel of the floor and as they left they chuckled, "Well...this is definately a first." Sadly, Sweet didn't come out, so we were concerned we could have just had an adrenaline rush that forced us to hallucinate or something along those lines. So we put a flashlight in the hole and tried to put our heads in too. Unfortunately our heads were too large, we could only catch a glimps of how far it went back. It was like a dark hallway that lead to the opposite side of our house. So after becoming lightheaded due to straining our eyes too far to the right, I remembered my yearbook class camera. I quickly ran down the stairs picked it up, and put it on extreme flash. I put the camera (it was one of those ones that you can see the picture after you take it on the screen) in the hole and took a picture....nothing...I began really worrying that we were wrong, because there were only two of those long hallways. I went to the second one, the lose or win all moment, and took the picture. After I finally got to the picture I saw...Two glowing spots close to each other. Close enough to be eyes? I zoomed in and took another picture. PERFECT QUALITY AND IN THE EXACTLY RIGHT ANGLE! It was her! After about midnight she quietly crawled out of her little hole and relieved us all. What we learned from this? For one thing my cat was dumber than I thought, but most importantly, if your house is being remodeled, lock them up in a safe room.