Yesterday (Saturday 9-5-09) was a VERY interesting today. All the plans were made for me to pick up my new kitten from the airport in Shreveport. As I was heading down the road (about 2 hours away), I get a call from the person sending the kitten from Florida. She stated that there was a problem due to Shreveport not having a climate controlled cargo building. So, she figured it out and was sending the kitten to DFW in Dallas (about 3 hours away). So, I made the U Turn and headed to Dallas. Then, it struck me that I could pick up another kitten that was owed to me that was north of Dallas. So, I make some calls and get them to meet me in Denton (hour north of Dallas). Now, it was a rush to the airport. We get there and drive around looking for the Delta Cargo pick up area. When I say we drove, we DROVE. We must have circled it 5 times, but due to faulty signs didn't know it.
Well, finally, I had both kittens in the car and heading home. After arriving home, I arrive at the thought that it would be best to put both kittens in the bathroom for the night with litter box, bed, food, and water. Everything seemed good with this. They were getting along and both had great health checks. I spent a lot of time on the floor of the bathroom and going back and forth between my Louisiana Tech football game on ESPN. Well, toward the end of the 4th quarter, I went back in the bathroom and the 12 week old kitten that I picked up from the airport was GONE. I searched frantically, while the 8 week old kitten cried. My bathroom is NOT that large. There was no physical way she could have got out, but I was freaked out! I even looked in the comode. There was nothing anywhere. So, after second guessing myself and looking all over the house, I took the young kitten out and just listened. THERE IT WAS! A soft meow coming from somewhere in the bathroom. It was like it was in the wall or something - but that would be impossible. After about 20 minutes of trying to figure this out (literally), I looked at my Pedestal Sink. On the Pedestal and in the back there was a small hole that the pipes enter into. Hard to even get my hand down it. Sure enough! I got a lick on my hand (of course, I was HOPING that it was the kitten LOL). It was and she wanted out. I layed on the floor and tried my best. There was not enough room to maneuver to pull the kitten out. Luckily, she WANTED out! I finally was able to squeeze my hand into the small opening and she stood on my and and was able to crawl up the pipe and poke her head out. I then grabbed her and pulled her to safety. Since that time, she has not moved an inch from my side. She is very loving and wants to be with me all the time. Needless to say, though, she slept in the bedroom last night - not in the bathroom. Her and the other kitten are getting along fine and everything is well now.
It was a long day, though........... However, I couldn't ask for 2 more beautiful kittens. ;-)