Not that long before midnight last night, while I was talking to xicanti
about some key events from the last three seasons of The Vampire Diaries
(in preparation for my watching the season 8 premiere tonight [ETA: since it's been about three years since I stopped watching, to be clear]), scruloose
came to my office to tell me we had a problem:
Claudia had been on top of a bookcase in his office that was about a foot below one of the several ceiling holes throughout the house (there's been a lot of rewiring over the years, and patching the holes has just never been much of a priority), and then she'd leaped up into the ceiling and disappeared.
(This after months of Claud showing interest in the ceiling hole in my
office and getting held up so she could peer into the one by the light switch, and my vague worries about the largest hole in the house, semi-above the kitchen island. For some reason the hole she finally vanished into never occurred to us as a problem
. *so much facepalm*)
I'm not entirely clear on how long it took us to get her down. We tried summoning her with treats and the noise of a crinklepuff toy and cracking open a can of food, and she sometimes came back to the hole she'd gone into, and other times peered down in the garage, but she seemed to be happy as a clam up there. We focused on a garage hole, since it was the largest one in the ground-level ceiling, and eventually scruloose
was able to get hold of her after we tried opening the can of food.
Except then she freaked out and tried to flee deeper into the ceiling. And she's an escape artist, so she slid right out of his grip, and he caught her by a hind leg before she could quite disappear, and then he
had to get as far into the ceiling space as possible to slowly drag her out. Emphasis on SLOWLY, because she was terrified and wriggling and latching onto everything she could with her front claws, and scruloose
was balanced semi-precariously up off the floor while all this was going on. O_O
He did finally get her down (as you might guess from the fact that this post isn't incoherent textual shrieking). Over her protests and lashing tail, we brushed her a little and wiped her paws (and rubbed a damp cloth over her) in case anything nasty had gotten on her, and she ate a hefty portion of the food we'd opened, and accepted some treats. She's fine.
Through all of that, even when scruloose
was pulling her down and she was scared and unhappy, she didn't leave him with a single scratch; the same was true when I was toting her upstairs and getting thwacked repeatedly with a very anxious (and grumpy) tail.
She was much less happy to find that scruloose
kept the door of his office closed until after he went to the market today, and that he immediately sealed up that ceiling hole and several others; as soon as he opened the office back up she bolted in there and stared up at where "her" hole had been with great annoyance. She clearly made no connection between her grand adventure and its distressing conclusion.
Oh, my most excellent, overly-intrepid kitty.