Let me just start off by saying I had probably the most terrifying experience of my life today. I can only IMAGINE the horror parents must feel when something like this happens with their children...because I am just getting over bawling what happened to my cat.
Today we got a new queen sized bed with a tempurpedic topper. We visited my grandmother who gave us loads of queen sized bedding sets, as we've only previously had a full.
So we bring everything in, it takes over an hour (we live on the THIRD floor)...and then my husband leaves to bring back the truck we rented to pick everything up. I went downstairs and swept up paint chips and glass from bulb that broke then came back up.
I come into the bedroom, put down the box-spring and mattress and figure he can do the whole frame thing when he gets home. I put on the tempurpedic topper, a mattress pad, sheets, the bedspread, and pillows.
Then I turn on the tv.
A few minutes go by and I haven't seen Sophie.
Sophie is a very needy cat, hates being alone and is always by our side when we're home.
So I start calling for him...at first I don't hear anything.
Then I start hearing the worst sound a Mom can hear...those cries of "MOMMYYYYYY"....he keeps meowing and I can't for the life of me figure out where he is.
My first thought was that he somehow got outside when we were moving stuff or when I went downstairs to sweep up. I'm frantically running up and down calling him, I can hear him EVERYWHERE in the house meowing and meowing that deep cry that only means "mommy help me!!!!".
I check every cupboard, bag, rolled up carpetting we just got, the bathtub, closet, nook, cranny, EVEN the locked basement and attic.
I COULD NOT FIND HIM.
Then I call Patrick and am bawling at this point and he's trying to tell me he HAS TO BE somewhere in the house.
A thought occurs.
I take the mattress off the box-spring and push it up against the wall. I pick up the box-spring and there he is. He SOMEHOW got stuck in between boards and stuck under the netting in one little spot lying in one little position for over 20 minutes. With me pushing things around over and over trying to get the heavy box-spring and mattress in the right spot in the bedroom.
I cried and cried, I've never felt so guilty. I picked him up and he was shaking yet purring.
I have no idea how he managed to get under there without me noticing...but whoa.
I called Patrick and was STILL bawling and he's telling me to calm down and I'm like " IMAGINE you were looking for him and hearing him crying for twenty minutes and couldn't find him anywhere, I thought I'd end up finding him dead!".
*deeeeeeeeep breath*
Two thumbs WAY down for that experience.
Today we got a new queen sized bed with a tempurpedic topper. We visited my grandmother who gave us loads of queen sized bedding sets, as we've only previously had a full.
So we bring everything in, it takes over an hour (we live on the THIRD floor)...and then my husband leaves to bring back the truck we rented to pick everything up. I went downstairs and swept up paint chips and glass from bulb that broke then came back up.
I come into the bedroom, put down the box-spring and mattress and figure he can do the whole frame thing when he gets home. I put on the tempurpedic topper, a mattress pad, sheets, the bedspread, and pillows.
Then I turn on the tv.
A few minutes go by and I haven't seen Sophie.
Sophie is a very needy cat, hates being alone and is always by our side when we're home.
So I start calling for him...at first I don't hear anything.
Then I start hearing the worst sound a Mom can hear...those cries of "MOMMYYYYYY"....he keeps meowing and I can't for the life of me figure out where he is.
My first thought was that he somehow got outside when we were moving stuff or when I went downstairs to sweep up. I'm frantically running up and down calling him, I can hear him EVERYWHERE in the house meowing and meowing that deep cry that only means "mommy help me!!!!".
I check every cupboard, bag, rolled up carpetting we just got, the bathtub, closet, nook, cranny, EVEN the locked basement and attic.
I COULD NOT FIND HIM.
Then I call Patrick and am bawling at this point and he's trying to tell me he HAS TO BE somewhere in the house.
A thought occurs.
I take the mattress off the box-spring and push it up against the wall. I pick up the box-spring and there he is. He SOMEHOW got stuck in between boards and stuck under the netting in one little spot lying in one little position for over 20 minutes. With me pushing things around over and over trying to get the heavy box-spring and mattress in the right spot in the bedroom.
I cried and cried, I've never felt so guilty. I picked him up and he was shaking yet purring.
I have no idea how he managed to get under there without me noticing...but whoa.
I called Patrick and was STILL bawling and he's telling me to calm down and I'm like " IMAGINE you were looking for him and hearing him crying for twenty minutes and couldn't find him anywhere, I thought I'd end up finding him dead!".
*deeeeeeeeep breath*