Cat Fishing

This weekend we became the proud owners of a 14 week old Calico cat. The girls named her Ginger, so if we ever get another I suppose it will be a Fred or a Mary Ann or something. We adopted her from the nice people manning a booth at PetSmart from the group C.A.T.S. or Cats Are Totally Special. When we got Ginger home, she was a little overwhelmed and decided that she wanted to hide in a small space. She went behind the couch for a while, then went behind the TV cabinet. She came out for a little while, then went behind the TV cabinet again. After a while, we began to wonder if she had fallen asleep back there. I went to check, and she was not there. I saw that there was a central heat and air vent back there with no cover, and I immediately feared that the cat went in there. A quick feel down the vent confirmed my suspicions. Ginger was as happy as could be just beyond the bend into the ductwork of the house. I could pet her on the head, but could not get a grip on her to bring her back out. The girls tried to lure her out with a toy on a string, but the cat was not enticed. Amy asked if we had any tuna in the house. We didn't, but a quick trip to Bi-Lo remedied that. I dipped the toy on a string into the tuna juice and lowered it into the vent. I could feel Ginger bat the toy, and then move toward it. I pulled it out a little at a time with the cat following close behind. Soon she followed the toy out completely. I stuffed the vent with a shoebox to keep her out. A trip to Lowe's is in order now to buy a register cover. I didn't want the cat to feel like I had teased her, so I gave her a teaspoon of the tuna. Too much would hurt her tummy though.

In other news, Amy met my parents and didn't run screaming! Who says miracles don't happen anymore?