Wow, what a man!  From a cat lover who owns two cats and 3 dogs (don't forget the doggies).

Great Friday afternoon read.

Thank you for the smile you brought to my face.

I greatly enjoyed this. My cat is glaring at me reproachfully, because she knows I would not do the same for her.

Uh...

Oh-kay...

I, for one, welcome our new cat overlords.

but I do have a rabbit. I had to give him a hug after I saw this article (I hope you don't mind me posting the link.)

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/wo rld/asia/article4390578.ece

Thanks for the diary, linfar!

Great read Linfar.

A nice treat on a Friday.

This reminds me of the time my Mom panicked when Fluffy wouldn't climb down from the tree. The fireman obliged her and rescued the poor cat, but after Mom had carried the kitty back to the house he told us kids that he would treat us all to ice cream if we could find a cat skeleton in any tree in the neighborhood within the next 2 years.

I really doubt that a cat skeleton would have ended up in any wall in the apartment building that was torn up by that panicked cat lover in the story.

Cat lovers ought to be the experts on cats.  

Sadly, no.

We had four cats when I was growing up.  Mom loved 'em, Dad tolerated them.  The deal was, we could have cats so long as Dad got to name them.  As a result we had pets with names like:

*Skinny Shit Bag
*Goober Face
*One-Eyed Jack

and

*Stupid Bob

The latter two were both female.

Welllll, I have a cat in a tree story for you. My butchie-a big white fluffy one--climbed a tree so high in Montana he was a white speck in the sky. And his meows which floated far and wide were attracting a huge flock of predators wo would do fly-bys, tongues lolling lasciviously. So along with the fire department some hunters showed up. I thought at first they were going to shoot butchie down :) Now, Butchie had climbed so high they couldn't reach him with an extended fireman's ladder. So what did they do. They got a can of tuna out, slimed some on the ladder from top to bottom and sent it aloft. Gues who climbed down the ladder lapping tuna all the way :)  

You're damn sure I'd break a couple walls to rescue my cats.  They're my babies.

Are they twinsies?

When my grandparents were building their house, a skunk somehow got trapped in their basement and could not be removed due to the state of the construction.  I think it ultimately died (I'll have to revisit that story with my grandmother), but at least it didn't spray the house, which is what everyone thought would happen.

I totally understand this guy.  A few years ago I was living in a city in the developing world (the exact country will remain nameless, but it's one which regards cats as being little different from squirrels or raccoons).  So anyway, I came to befriend a kitten who showed up one day on my porch.  She grew up, disappeared for several weeks, then showed up very pregnant.

Uh oh. I then made a rookie mistake.  Took her in during the pregnancy and decided I'd raise the kittens for six weeks, get them used to people, and  then adopt them out to expats and sympathetic locals.  Long story short, when the time came for me to give them away I found NO takers.  The thought of putting them outside broke my heart.  

So, long story short, I found an excuse to take the long plane ride back to the States, paid off someone to fake the customs documents (though no US laws were broken), found homes for them through friends of friends, and they're now living on farms in New York and South Carolina. Totally crazy, but what could I do?
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I admire his compassion, but I have to question his judgment. To simply go from apartment to apartment smashing in walls, while refusing to listen to the guy who had already gone out on a limb to help him, seems a little off to me.

He could have stepped back, assessed the situation, and found another, less destructive way to rescue the kitty.

I'm not sure I'd elect him for anything, at least not an office which required a cool head.

and a dog lover and yes I understand.  BRAVO to him.

My vote too, in a second.  Thanks for the story.

but a dead cat in the wall would create a nasty stench.

It's a means to an end.

I knew this guy who wanted to put a stove pipe through his roof, and shot the hole with a shotgun. But, he wasn't locked up.  Although he should have been.

It's funny what people will believe and can't believe.  

A plumber guy I knew used to be called out to remove the little people living behind a refrigerator.  the lady of the house was forced to live with her fears all alone, no mental health services for her.

If you're not harming someone else's property, you're on your own.  

I once tore out half a wall of sheet rock I had just installed in order to retrieve my kids' hamster. Never get a hamster for your children. They are master escape artists - but only from their cages. As soon as they get out of the cage and into some really impossible place, they seem to lose all escape skills and rely on some stupid human to rescue them. Just call me "Stupid Human."

I really miss my Lucy.  She's been gone 10 years now, but she had the most amazing personality.

Yes. but did she get lost in the walls??

My old roommate went for a swim at night.  As she was walking back in the dark, a little kitten came up next to her.  Being a cat lover, she was cooing and asking it if it was lost (you know, like we talk to babies) and she bent down to pet it.  She said it's fur was really scruffy and course and she figured it must be a stray.  As she got back to the condo, under the lights she looked down and saw that it had followed her.

Except it wasn't a kitten...it was a baby skunk.  :D