Because I know everyone wants to know all about the kittens.
Right before I left, I wrote this but didn't get to post it:
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Tess got stuck behind the water heater. It's up against the corner, and I think they used to be able to squeeze by it when they were babies, but they definitely can't now. She climbed up on top of it, then fell down into the corner. Since the heater is circular, there was just enough room for one kitten down there. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough room for her to get a running start; she couldn't jump high enough to get out.
My roommate heard strange noises coming from the laundry room, and finally found Tess behind the water heater. She was mewing sadly and occasionally trying to scratch her way out. We couldn't figure out how to get her out, since we certainly don't fit down there, and our arms weren't long enough to grab her!
We tried putting a piece of carpet down there for her to climb up, but either she couldn't or wouldn't do it. So I crammed myself on top of the water heater (difficult with all the pipes coming out!) and squashed my arm down as far as it would go. When I called her she would stand up and try to get out, and I could touch her ears. I debated pulling on them, but figured it wouldn't work. So I scratched them instead and she found a little more length in her legs with the prospect of neck-scratching. At that point I could grasp her head. I was terrified I'd break her neck, but figured she's still really light, and anyway she had to get out! So I grabbed on and pulled her up until I could grab her body with my other hand, and she made it out.
She's fine now, albeit dusty, and she purred and cuddled me for quite awhile. I think she knows I saved her furry little butt.
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I missed the kitties while I was gone. And they missed me too, because my cat-sitting arrangements didn't work out so well! My roommate was supposed to be gone Friday-Sunday so I had a coworker come over those days to feed them. But roomie didn't get back until Tuesday night, so the poor kittens were starving. They tore into a bag of hamburger buns to get something to eat.
Also, I don't think either of the cat-sitters cleaned the litter box. It was pretty gross and stinky. But my kittens were really good; they kept using it and didn't go anywhere else. (As soon as I emptied and refilled the box, they jumped right in. I guess they'd been trying to hold it.)
So once I got them all clean and fed, they were really happy. We took a nap and played, and they slept on me all night. It was so cute.
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