When I came back from work on Wednesday, there was no Chatouille!!!!! Her food bowl was still full and she was nowhere to see. I called her and called her again, shaking her bowl of food, flapping the cat flap, making my keys jingle, but still no cat... When Trave got home, I sent him with her bowl around the nieghbourhood to try to find her while I would stay home in case she came back.
Then a spooky thing happened. A knock on the door. It was the RSPCA! How did they know we had lost our cat?
(I must add an explanation here: the RSPCA just happened to be fundraising for animal rescue in our street that evening, hence the knock on the door.)Eventually, Trave found her: she had fallen into a garage which roof was damaged and was trapped inside. The door was locked and nobody knew whose garage it was. So I suggested that we climbed to the roof and lowered a basket with food in it so that she would jump in and we would rescue her by lifting her up in the air. Quite dramatic, isn't it? We had to borrow our neighbour's ladder, because we have lent ours to some friends who are decorating their house. Off we went to the garage with a ladder, a torch, a cat carrying case, a basket, together with a couple of scarves to make a rope...
Chatouille was not keen on climbing into the basket though, maybe she was too scared. Another neighbour who was keen on assisting with the rescue suggested to use a second ladder to get down into the garage. So he lent us his ladder and Trave went up onto the roof, then down into the garage with the carrying cased, while the neighbour went up the ladder to collect the case and pass it down to me.
And this is how we rescued our cat! Since then she has been extremely cuddly :D.
Hopefully, noone was watching thinking we were smuggling stuff out of the garage...
