Bailey’s Big Adventure

My cat, Bailey — the one I took in about 6 months ago (I can’t believe it’s been that long!) was doing his usual romp around the house, which always involves him getting into things he shouldn’t. Tonight he was especially excited about the floor registers. He’s always drawn to them, and has even learned to remove them. This is where the problem starts.

I was sitting downstairs, and I heard a lot of noise, so I went upstairs to find Bailey. No Bailey. Then I heard a faint meow, when I realized that Bailey had removed a floor register, and was running around in the air ducts. I started to mildly freak out, wondering if he could get his fat ass out. Cats are known for cramming themselves into little nooks and crannies, and being unable to free themselves. That said, I started to wonder if he was going to be able to get out on his own. Then I began to think I’d need help, but then couldn’t figure out who I would call if I needed help. The fire department? The police?

Before I completely freaked out, I decided to get Bailey out on my own, so I called him, and I heard him walking toward me (underneath me), but he wasn’t making his move to get out. So I grabbed a bell toy and dangled it in the hole. Finally he walked toward it. I was SO happy to see him finagle his way out.

He was freaked out when he emerged — panting, less rambunctious. I was doing the same.

Let’s just say that Bailey is spending quality time in the guest room for a while. Both of us can use a break.