I worked Friday night, then drove directly to a cat show after I got home Saturday morning. By the time I got home from the show on Saturday evening I was totally exhausted. So I dumped some food and water in the kitties' dishes, scooped litter boxes, checked my email, and fell into bed. When I got up Sunday morning I thought I should make sure all my cats were in one piece, considering that I'd just introduced a new foster cat two days earlier. Counted noses and couldn't find Merlin. I searched the whole house and didn't see him on any of his favorite perches or under the bed. I finally decided to check the carriers that were still scattered around the living room. Lifted the end of the 4th carrier and thought, "Yep, there's a cat in here." Then I looked down and realized I had never opened the door!
Poor Merlin had been trapped in that carrier for 14 hours!
He's a very forgiving cat. All he wanted when he came out was lots of cuddles.
Poor Merlin had been trapped in that carrier for 14 hours!
He's a very forgiving cat. All he wanted when he came out was lots of cuddles.