No good deed goes unpunished.

The Roomie’s cousin has two cats that she can’t care for anymore, so the Roomie, being the nice person that Roomie’s try to be to cousins, offered to take care of them until they could be placed in homes. One of the cats is a sweet older gray cat named Kitty. The second is a beautiful calico, mostly black and orange, named Precious. Kitty is super outgoing, loves people, and wanders around waiting for you to pick him up. Precious… well, Precious is extremely shy. So shy that she managed to climb back behind my electrical panel in my basement, find her way under the bathroom and into the cold air return that goes under the living room.
Oh… coffee break. Hold on just one minute. Okay, I’m back.
So last night, I came home from work, bundled up, and went outside to shovel some snow. Now, I have quite a lot to say about that, but I’m not going to at this point because this is about the cats.
So, the Roomie discovers that Precious is in the venting system of the house, all Mission Impossible style, and the Roomie gets this fear that she will die under there and we won’t be able to get her out. So the Roomie crawls into the little itty bitty crawlspace under the bathroom and tries to reach the cat. This in itself was extremely entertaining to me, because the Roomie is not a small guy. He is about 6 and a half feet tall, and not the skinny as a rail tall. The Roomie almost got stuck halfway in, and of course, I was laughing to hard to help. So then Precious sees the Roomie and heads back as far as she can into the vent. So I run upstairs, move the couch, rip the vent cover out of the floor, and reach for the cat. Precious then sees me and freaks out. I start laughing, because I can hear the Roomie cursing through the entire venting system. Then a terrible smell comes from the vent… ala The Roomie style. He starts laughing, and I hear this echo-y, “Take that cat. I’m attempting to subdue her by gassing her.” Sigh. Boys and farts. Always the same story. It didn’t work though, and we eventually had to scare her out with a tape measure. She then ran for my room to hide under the bed. Unfortunately, Carrot James was already under the bed and extremely offended that another cat was there. So then Carrot comes running out of my room, hissing and screaming, into the living room where Kitty is watching all the commotion. Carrot freaks out even more when she sees Kitty, and jumps for the top of the entertainment center, growling and snorting. I haven’t ever heard a cat snort before… kinda strange. Anyway, so I pick Carrot up, and she is so upset that she pees all over me and the blanket on the couch. Needless to say, The Roomie and I ended up at the Laundromat last night for about an hour and a half. Waiting for my blanket to be cleaned. Sigh.
Anyone looking for a cat with Mission Impossible Vent Climbing Skills and the ability to with stand terrible smells?
In other news, I have no desire to work today. I don’t know why. It happens a lot for some reason. Oh, also, I did get my hair cut. Not super short like someone (Rene, this is directly referring to you) was trying to talk me into, but shoulder length. It’s funny, every time I get it cut, I am reminded how much I like it this length and I can’t seem to understand why I let it get so long. Seriously. I don’t know why. I don’t really think that I look better with longer hair. Strange.