Sunday I woke up at 5. A.M. I got home at, what, 11 p.m. or something? Nearly. I was tired and I hadn't eaten and just wanted to lay down, but had a whole bunch of stinky wet gear to rinse. So the kitten helped me out by darting out my door as soon as I opened it and ran into this crawl space.
She did that once before, but I was able to sweet talk her out right away. This time, that didn't work.
I brought a bag of food to shake. I brought a can of tuna. Nothing.
So I tried to use my divelight to see if she was even IN the crawlspace. Wouldn't work. Replaced the batteries. Still wouldn't work.
I couldn't just leave her in there, so I ended up going inside and putting jeans and a sweatshirt on and crawled in with a lighter to guide the way. I saw her right away but she ran into the SECOND room of the crawlspace, so I had to crawl over and go in that tiny door. I had to lay down to get in that one; hands and knees wouldn't even work.
So then she ran to the far end of that room. I had to crawl under a pipe and through god-knows-what- IN THE DARK.
Finally, I reached her and grabbed her. We got to crawl all the way through two dark, dirty rooms while I held her and she cried and tried to get away.
It was such a nice way to end the weekend!
If you look at this picture, you can see Fluffy hanging out inside. Apparently the strays use that for shelter when they need it. Sad, huh? You can also see the tuna I brought out. And a roach on it! Apparently cockroaches live in the crawlspace too. Shudder.
