As my father always says, they've never yet found a cat skeleton in a tree. Though I suppose inside of something could be trickier.
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Well, part of the problem is that they think the cat is in a crawlspace, but they don't know exactly where he is, and can't figure out how he got there. They only know he's behind the wall because he was meowing, but now he's stopped.
Catsby has been rescued! They had to cut three holes in a wall. He was perched on a ledge beside the chimney. No idea how he got in there. He's scared but safe. Stupid adventurous curious cats. Thanks for the good thoughts!
I am seriously relieved to hear that!
That is so good to hear. Thank you for the update.
Yay! Let's hope Catsby has had enough of adventure.
Oh, yay! Safe kitties, warm kitties, purr purr purr.
As much as I love kittens, this is why I have adopted slightly more mature cats. I'm terrified of kittens getting stuck in places they shouldn't be.
So glad Catsby is safe now.
Oh, Catsby is no kitten. I think he's three or four.
Oh, such good news.