Fighting with a cat!

So last night our foster cat was in her cage all safe and secure. She is a really a sweet cat however she has been rescued from a cat hoarder, so not many social niceties yet.

We can stroke, tickle her chin and pick her up for little while. She is vocal little thing only about 8mths old and very tiny. When she was picked up the poor thing had kittens, this wasn't realised until after she had been spayed as another cat was feeding her kittens!

Anyway back to last night she is shouting about something, this was about 1.00am, I go and talk to her this has her scurrying back to bed to hide from me.

This morning, I throw back the blanket that covers her cage - no cat - by this time I had let our cats out opened up windows and doors. PANIC. I have lost a cat from a closed cage how???

Action stations shut windows and doors, quick check with family, no they hadn't looked at her this morning. Quick phone call to rescue society to say I had lost the cat - do you realise how stupid you feel telling someone that the cage is completely locked and the cat has got out.

On further inspection it seems that a tiny gap runs along the bottom of the cage, this cat has squeezed her self out like toothpaste. Now the hunt is on finding a tiny gap that the cat could get into. Not behind settee, please not behind the fridge freezer, not in the towel cupboard (fav spot for our cats), not in my bed room. Daughters other half checks their room, our last foster cat was caught taking her kittens under their bed a couple times.

She just wasn't anywhere, I am really panicing now this cat has just been spayed, still has stitches. Now I am really getting worried, starting to look in ridiculous places, I mean is the cat really going to be hiding in a lampshade hanging from the ceiling!

Finally daughters other half shouts I can see her! Right at the back of a king size bed with boxes and all sorts. So I am now flat on the floor with shepherds crook (doesn't everyone have one) trying to hook the cat, oh yes the cats really pleased to see me with a stick trying poke her!

She suddenly moves, NO, NO please don't go behind any more stuff. One quick swipe of the crook and I am face to face with a cat. Grab the scruff, cat folds round my arms, I am still laying flat on the floor. Bloody hell how can a little cat hurt so much, I hang on, so does she with 18 claws and a mouthful of sharp teeth. I let go.

Cat legs it, I scramble up, what a smell she has poohed and weed, I feel something drip, great I have weed on, ouch ouch no it is my blood. The cat has gone to ground in the lounge, I grab a load of kitchen towel and mop up my blood. Now the hunt is back on, I found her behind the settee, I move the settee she runs behind the fish tank.

The cupboards under the tank are used to store cookery books and DVDs. Right she is not getting away I remove a few books and see a bit of fur. Both hands in to cupboard grab available fur and pull her out thinking please don't burst the stitches. Out she comes, poor thing, put back into cage again, things are shove over the escape root. Cat looks a bit peeved, that is being polite to say the least. I cover her cage up with a blanket she needs to rest and get over her trauma.

I then decide to check my injury, change that to injuries, blood still pouring, traipse off to bathroom to wash everything. Daughters other half deals with the mess in their room, including my blood!

Next problem I need to dress the wounds, I am allergic to plasters and micropore. So I find dressings and tape stick things on me, it will have to do for now.

Go back to check the cat I give her a rub on the head she doesn't seem to mind, contrary thing. Wait for daughter to get back from work, she thinks I been for blood test! My arms are covered in dressings what kind of blood tests did she think I was having?

Anyway she then goes into first aid mode, removing the dressing and tape I go into scratch mode my arms have a nice rash! I end up with both arms bandaged from wrist to elbow and still I have some cuts showing!

Tonight I took the bandages off as they had resembled baggy socks! The trouble is I have to go to the Doctors tomorrow to have my blood pressure checked! I hope my tetanus jabs are up to date or I could be having another sharp thing in my arm.

Our little cat has now got another cage, this cage is suppose to be escape proof with a cat carrier so she can hide. This little cat has eaten her dinner, used the dirt tray, shouted about things and let me stroke her. So I must be forgiven I think, this morning she is still in the cage Thank goodness!

I go off to Doctors, blood pressure fine and joy of joys am up to date on jabs. Oh the cat decided to have another swipe at me this afternoon, she missed!