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post #31 of 44
I've had a few cats shut in the fridge, tonnes in the cupboards!

My big RB boy Lolly once was in the drier for a few minutes but thankfully we heard it thumping and got him out. He used to love sleeping on the towels in there.

The funniest was the other day when Mum was making herself a cup of coffee in the morning and she had my 9 month old girl Fluffy out. She drunk her coffee and could hear a faint crying to cut a long story short she woke me up and Chevy (our dog) started scratching at the drawer underneath the one Mum put her coffee back into. She was OK though
post #32 of 44
Summer has been shut in the office a few times for a few hours and one time she snuck out into the hallway of our apartment building without our knowledge....she was out there 15-20 minutes before we realized we hadn't seen her in a bit.
post #33 of 44
We had a couch with recliners on each end downstairs and the cats were not allowed down there. My Tabitha got down there one time and I didn't know it. I was in the recliner reading and when I lowered the foot rest to get up I heard a horrible gurgling screech. Tabitha was caught by the neck between the moving bars. It was so tight she couldn't make any noise but this tiny screech. I didn't know which way to move it to realease her, if I went the wrong way it would break her neck. Luckily I did it right and released her. I was never so scared in my life! Recliners of any kind are forbidden in my house.

When I was about 10 my cat ran for the door to go out just as I was closing it. I didn't think anything of it but when I opened the door later the hair and skin from about 1/3 of her tail was laying there, no cat. I found her and we had to have the tail bone amputated.
post #34 of 44
Poor Persi! At least you're not the only one to do something like that with your kitty!

My worst thing was at the shelter, I'd put some kittens in their cage with some tinned food which they normally go for, and closed the cage door, and it didn't close properly (they're notoriously sticky), so I slammed it a second time and heard a squeal, and realised it's because there was a kitten arm in the door

I damaged the poor little baby arm, and 2 days later when I was in, the poor thing was still hobbling around, but an ex-volunteer came in to look at kitty's and felt sorry for this little one, so chose that one and one of its siblings to adopt. So at least the injury results in a home, but boy did I feel bad.

With my girls, all I've managed to do is lock them in cupboards. Smudgey was stuck in our bedroom cupboards for a few hours just the other night. I wish they didn't like sleeping in there!
post #35 of 44
My worst would have to be stepping on Bugsy. I actually step on him on a weekly basis to be honest but I am so used to it when I cook I am always sliding my feet so I really just lightly kick him.

He has this horrible habit that whenever I am cooking he will be very quiet and lay down behind me (trying to kill me? Lol) or when I am walking he will run between my legs… I don’t know why he does this. Capone does this too but he rubs up against me so I feel it, with Bugsy he does it so quiet I don’t know he’s there.

Anyway, one day I stepped on his little toe so hard he squealed, he ended up limping for about an hour =( I felt sooooo bad, boy did he ever get cuddles and treats that night lol. Has he learned? Nope! In fact this morning I shuffled over him. Its funny in the kitchen I automatically shuffle my feet now lol.
post #36 of 44
I think it has to be the time I accidently caught Jordans leg in the fridge door. He was probably about a year old and VERY naughty. I had the door open & he reached in through the gap on the hinged side of the fridge. I didn't notice & shut the door. All of a sudden he startes screaming & flailing around. I opened the door back up quickly & he ran off. It turned out he was fine, but I felt terrible. He never went near that side of the door again, but I always look for his paw now before closing the door.
post #37 of 44
Years ago, I was driving home and ran over a stray cat that suddenly dashed across the street.
post #38 of 44
I was going in to work half a shift (6 hours) for someone else one night. I tossed Miss Patchwillow back into the living room two or three times while I was trying to get out the door, but I finally made it. When I got home at 2:00 AM I opened the screen door and Lion jumped on my foot, scared me half to death. I felt really bad, he was only about 7 weeks old and it was 37 degrees out. There is about 8" between the two doors so he wasn't squished, but if I'd worked the full shift he would have been frozen. Of course the only thing he cared about was that all the other kitties were inside and he hadn't had anybody to play with for 7.5 hours.

A couple of days ago I chased all the kitties out of my office so I could close it up for the night. They're not allowed in here when I'm not with them. The door opens against the wall and one of the kittens had been playing in the space behind the door. I thought I saw her in the hallway so I started to close the door and heard a horrible screech. Cali was the one I'd seen in the hall and Iris was still behind the door, apparently sticking her paw through the crack on the hinge side. She sure got a lot of extra loving for her poor little paw, and boy did she ever play it up. Every time I looked at her for the next two hours she had her paw curled up off the floor. It didn't stop her from running across the room and wrestling with the other kittens when she thought I wasn't looking, though. By the next morning you would never have know she got hurt, so I'm guessing I didn't do any permanent damage. Oh, and she still likes to play behind the door.
post #39 of 44
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Originally Posted by Persi & Alley View Post
What a nightmare! I have read that dryers are the number one cause of death for indoor only cats. When I read about that I put a sign right by the dryer's controls that says WHERE ARE THE CATS?
I read that, too, and it really scared me. Shareena likes to burrow into the wet clothes for some reason. I used to just haul her out and start the dryer, which worked okay when she was my only kitten. Now I have so many I have to do a nose count. I'll close the dryer door and set all the controls, but don't push the start button until I've located all the kitties. One time I spent 15 minutes looking and could only find five cats. I even went back twice and dug through the wet clothes looking for the sixth cat. Finally located her sleeping on a windowsill where I could swear I had already looked three or four times.
post #40 of 44
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Originally Posted by GoldyCat View Post
I read that, too, and it really scared me. Shareena likes to burrow into the wet clothes for some reason. I used to just haul her out and start the dryer, which worked okay when she was my only kitten. Now I have so many I have to do a nose count. I'll close the dryer door and set all the controls, but don't push the start button until I've located all the kitties. One time I spent 15 minutes looking and could only find five cats. I even went back twice and dug through the wet clothes looking for the sixth cat. Finally located her sleeping on a windowsill where I could swear I had already looked three or four times.
mine aren't allowed in the laundry room... this is just one of the reasons.
post #41 of 44
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Originally Posted by laureen227 View Post
mine aren't allowed in the laundry room... this is just one of the reasons.
Unfortunately my "laundry room" is just an alcove in my kitchen with barely room for the washer and dryer behind bifold doors. The only way I could keep the cats away would be to lock them in the bedroom every time I want to do laundry. It actually takes longer to round them up for that than it does to count noses before I start the dryer.
post #42 of 44
when Kricket was little she was your typical nosy kitten. She ended up getting locked in the fridge. I could not tell you how long she was in there but it was not more than 2 hrs. I was making dinner, then DH and I sat down and ate. While eating we were watching tv and i heard this muffled gunshot sound. I knew the complex i lived in was not the greatest but never ever heard a gunshot before so i got all scared. Mind you never realized the cat was missing at this point. Then i heard the muffled gunshot sound again and then i realized Kricket was missing. Searched the apartment frantically, in the hallway everywhere, could not find her. Something told me to open the fridge. The muffled gunshot noise i heard was Kricket knocking over the roommates bottles of beer he had in the fridge. She was sooo happy to be out of there, never went into the fridge again and that was the night she learned to stay out of the kitchen. My other guys have all gotten closed in the closets, sloth got locked out of the apartment in the lil foyer thing we have. He wasnt even out there 5 minutes when i noticed. Sneaky kitties get into trouble!!
post #43 of 44
id have to say the worst ive done is trip over them, accidentally step on their paws, and its mostly my fatty sabastian cause he always running right in front of me or getting tangled in between my feet when im trying to get in the kitchen, but i immediately go over say im sorry and pet him and its like he understands....its so cute
post #44 of 44
The worst things I've done to Raven are:
Sat on her. Yes I know it sounds wacky, but I honestly didn't see her. She loves to sleep curled in a little ball on the black chair in front of the computer, and since she is a pure black cat she blends in well. I was leaving for a local fair where my goats were entered, and I was going to be late to show them but I had to check my emails(forget why) so I ran into the office room forgetting to look on the chair and practically jumped into the seat. Next thing I know I hear a VERY loud "Reeeeow!" And four sets of claws dig into my backside. I stood up and Raven ran off. Thankfully she wasn't hurt, but I was scared for a while. She's a petite cat, fine boned and weighing only six pounds. Now I always look at the chair no matter how much of a hurry I'm in.

Shut her in a kitchen cabinent. I was putting away pots so I had the floor cabinant open, I guess she slipped in there when I wasn't looking. I finish pots and go on to watch a little TV when I here what sounds like metal pots falling off the ceiling. I run in the kitchen and open the cabinent, and Raven runs out, fur fluffed, tail completely bushed. I couldn't help but laugh since she hadn't been in there more than ten minuets and I knew she wasn't hurt.
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