Got her!!!

whew phew She wasn't far away after all!
Very naughty girl, doesn't she realise how lucky she is?
Of course not. Cats exist to make you suffer.

Tweed


"Singh" wrote in message
...
Louie has decided to paint the entire basement stark raving white, the
better to see Odessa by.

We found her at last. There is an old dresser in the basement where we
store out of season, and out of size, clothing, and my husband found her
tail sticking out from behind. He called me down fo reinforcements. I
never thought a cat could get under there, but I had quite
underestimated Odessa. She's very small, possibly the runt of her
litter: at a year and a half old, she is a couple of pounds lighter and
considerably smaller than our 9 month old Brandy. We lifted the dresser,
and Odessa shouted some Russian obscenities at us. Being Polish, I
understood part of them. Thus began a frantic game of Chase the Kitty
that had us running all over the basement. We finally found her inside a
drawer of this old bar the previous owners had set up down there, and I
got her out under protest. She swore at me all the way up the stairs,
stopping only when she realized there was food to be had.

She is now in her closet in the computer room once again, resting from a
long, energetic day of exploring. And I want to thank you all for purrs
and words of encouragement. I guess I'm just an overprotective mama.

Blessed be,
Baha

whew phew She wasn't far away after all!
Very naughty girl, doesn't she realise how lucky she is?
Of course not. Cats exist to make you suffer.

Tweed


"Singh" wrote in message
...
Louie has decided to paint the entire basement stark raving white, the
better to see Odessa by.

We found her at last. There is an old dresser in the basement where we
store out of season, and out of size, clothing, and my husband found her
tail sticking out from behind. He called me down fo reinforcements. I
never thought a cat could get under there, but I had quite
underestimated Odessa. She's very small, possibly the runt of her
litter: at a year and a half old, she is a couple of pounds lighter and
considerably smaller than our 9 month old Brandy. We lifted the dresser,
and Odessa shouted some Russian obscenities at us. Being Polish, I
understood part of them. Thus began a frantic game of Chase the Kitty
that had us running all over the basement. We finally found her inside a
drawer of this old bar the previous owners had set up down there, and I
got her out under protest. She swore at me all the way up the stairs,
stopping only when she realized there was food to be had.

She is now in her closet in the computer room once again, resting from a
long, energetic day of exploring. And I want to thank you all for purrs
and words of encouragement. I guess I'm just an overprotective mama.

Blessed be,
Baha

Louie has decided to paint the entire basement stark raving white, the
better to see Odessa by.

We found her at last. There is an old dresser in the basement where we
store out of season, and out of size, clothing, and my husband found her
tail sticking out from behind. He called me down fo reinforcements. I
never thought a cat could get under there, but I had quite
underestimated Odessa. She's very small, possibly the runt of her
litter: at a year and a half old, she is a couple of pounds lighter and
considerably smaller than our 9 month old Brandy. We lifted the dresser,
and Odessa shouted some Russian obscenities at us. Being Polish, I
understood part of them. Thus began a frantic game of Chase the Kitty
that had us running all over the basement. We finally found her inside a
drawer of this old bar the previous owners had set up down there, and I
got her out under protest. She swore at me all the way up the stairs,
stopping only when she realized there was food to be had.

She is now in her closet in the computer room once again, resting from a
long, energetic day of exploring. And I want to thank you all for purrs
and words of encouragement. I guess I'm just an overprotective mama.

Blessed be,
Baha

On Wed, 20 Oct, Baha wrote:

Louie has decided to paint the entire basement stark raving white, the
better to see Odessa by.

We found her at last. There is an old dresser in the basement where we
store out of season, and out of size, clothing, and my husband found her
tail sticking out from behind.
---------------------snip----------------------

The Puddy, as a kitten, spent the first night he was at my mom's house
hiding in the recesses available behind and underneath the washing
machine in the kitchen. We found him after searching the whole house
and finally discovered him there. As my grandfather came into the
kitchen, The Puddy, being the center of attention did what any cat
would do -- he began washing himself.

This prompted my grandfather to remark, "You danged cat! You spend
the whole night in a washing machine and you need to sit here and wash
yourself some more!"

I didn't see your first post in time to reply, but of course I'm
pleased as punch that you found Odessa.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

On Wed, 20 Oct, Baha wrote:

Louie has decided to paint the entire basement stark raving white, the
better to see Odessa by.

We found her at last. There is an old dresser in the basement where we
store out of season, and out of size, clothing, and my husband found her
tail sticking out from behind.
---------------------snip----------------------

The Puddy, as a kitten, spent the first night he was at my mom's house
hiding in the recesses available behind and underneath the washing
machine in the kitchen. We found him after searching the whole house
and finally discovered him there. As my grandfather came into the
kitchen, The Puddy, being the center of attention did what any cat
would do -- he began washing himself.

This prompted my grandfather to remark, "You danged cat! You spend
the whole night in a washing machine and you need to sit here and wash
yourself some more!"

I didn't see your first post in time to reply, but of course I'm
pleased as punch that you found Odessa.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

On Wed, 20 Oct, Baha wrote:

Louie has decided to paint the entire basement stark raving white, the
better to see Odessa by.

We found her at last. There is an old dresser in the basement where we
store out of season, and out of size, clothing, and my husband found her
tail sticking out from behind.
---------------------snip----------------------

The Puddy, as a kitten, spent the first night he was at my mom's house
hiding in the recesses available behind and underneath the washing
machine in the kitchen. We found him after searching the whole house
and finally discovered him there. As my grandfather came into the
kitchen, The Puddy, being the center of attention did what any cat
would do -- he began washing himself.

This prompted my grandfather to remark, "You danged cat! You spend
the whole night in a washing machine and you need to sit here and wash
yourself some more!"

I didn't see your first post in time to reply, but of course I'm
pleased as punch that you found Odessa.

Regards and Purrs,
O J

Singh wrote:

We found her at last.

Hooray! That must be a relief.

Now, you have to be ready for this to happen again. There are too many
places where a determined kitten can squeeze into to hide. But when she
next crawls off to explore the undersides of unremembered corners, you
don't need to be quite as anxious, because she does seem to reappear
eventually.

Is there a way to keep her out of the basement, for the time being?

Joyce

Singh wrote:

We found her at last.

Hooray! That must be a relief.

Now, you have to be ready for this to happen again. There are too many
places where a determined kitten can squeeze into to hide. But when she
next crawls off to explore the undersides of unremembered corners, you
don't need to be quite as anxious, because she does seem to reappear
eventually.

Is there a way to keep her out of the basement, for the time being?

Joyce

Singh wrote:

We found her at last.

Hooray! That must be a relief.

Now, you have to be ready for this to happen again. There are too many
places where a determined kitten can squeeze into to hide. But when she
next crawls off to explore the undersides of unremembered corners, you
don't need to be quite as anxious, because she does seem to reappear
eventually.

Is there a way to keep her out of the basement, for the time being?

Joyce

Singh wrote:
Louie has decided to paint the entire basement stark raving white, the
better to see Odessa by.

We found her at last. There is an old dresser in the basement where we
store out of season, and out of size, clothing, and my husband found
her tail sticking out from behind. He called me down fo
reinforcements. I never thought a cat could get under there, but I
had quite underestimated Odessa. She's very small, possibly the runt
of her litter: at a year and a half old, she is a couple of pounds
lighter and considerably smaller than our 9 month old Brandy. We
lifted the dresser, and Odessa shouted some Russian obscenities at
us. Being Polish, I understood part of them. Thus began a frantic
game of Chase the Kitty that had us running all over the basement. We
finally found her inside a drawer of this old bar the previous owners
had set up down there, and I got her out under protest. She swore at
me all the way up the stairs, stopping only when she realized there
was food to be had.

(laughing) Well of course she'd come out where food was to be had! Silly
momma! (I understand you being so protective, but Odessa is probably
thinking "what the heck were you going on about?") Congratulations on
finding her hiding place.

Jill