Okay, so today, I have a very special Kitten Blog for you... and it isn't about Kitten at all.
Today is a guest post by another fantastic blogger/friend/ex-coworker/Kitten blog lover and also the person who convinced me that I should start blogging about Kitten in the first place (Thanks again)!
Hello kitty lovers!
My name is Lindsey, and I blog over at Happy or Hungry where I talk about my adventures in eating (and just plain adventures in life), as I strive to live healthfully as well as happily.
I am honoured that Catherine asked me to guest post for her, because I am a huge fan of Kitten and I love keeping up with his antics. I also have the ultimate pleasure of knowing Catherine in real life, as we used to work at Dairy Queen together back in the day.
This is a fairly recent picture of us on a lunch date though.
I am no stranger to kitties, as I have two of my own, Winnie and Dexter. Dexter is crazy (though not quite as crazy as Kitten), and Winnie is the sweetest, most cuddly kitty you will ever meet, so probably the polar opposite of Kitten.
Dexter is on the left, Winnie on the right.
But I am not here today to talk about my own kitty cats. Noooope, I am here to talk about my friend's cat who I accidentally locked in a suitcase for three days.
Don't judge. It sounds worse than it is.
Last year I was visiting my friend Lisa in Calgary, and I arrived late on a Thursday night. We had plans to stay in Revelstoke, BC for the weekend, so the next morning (Friday), we packed up the car and got ready to hit the road in the late morning. Before we headed out to the car, we said goodbye to her cat Charlie.
Right before we started driving, I realized I had forgotten something, so I had to run back inside.
I noticed that my big suitcase (which I was leaving behind) was closed but not zipped up. Thinking I didn't want Charlie to get in the suitcase and get his kitty hair on all my clothes (the joke ended up being on me), I quickly zipped up the suitcase. Because we had already said goodbye to Charlie, I just ran back outside without thinking about him. I didn't look in the suitcase before I zipped it up, and I definitely did not think that he may have already been in the suitcase.
We proceeded to have some amazing winter adventures in Revelstoke, and I'm sorry to say I did not think about Charlie once.
We arrived back at Lisa's house on Sunday evening, two and a half days later. We unpacked the car, brought all our stuff inside, and started looking for Charlie. We couldn't find him anywhere!
We called his name, and eventually we heard a muffled meowing... It sounded like it was coming from my suitcase...
We unzipped it, and Charlie immediately jumped out. He had been in the suitcase the entire time. Nearly three days in a suitcase. My entire vacation wardrobe was covered in orange and white hair, but surprisingly, he did not do any sort of business in there. Nothing, he didn't even pee! He held everything for three days.
And as soon as he jumped out of the suitcase, he jumped right back into the suitcase! Like he actually liked it! I may have actually done him a favour locking him in there.
If he was traumatized, he didn't show it. He seemed A-okay.
That picture was taken almost immediately afterwards. Back to normal (though he is kind of crazy).
Poor Charlie though. felt so badly. But once we realized he was fine we absolutely died laughing for a good half an hour. I still cannot think about it without laughing.
Annnnd that is my story of the cat in the suitcase.
Don't try this at home.
Though, I wonder how Kitten would react to being locked in a suitcase for three days...
Happy or Hungry
If you liked the story about Charlie in the suitcase, you should definitely pop over and check out Lindsey's blog. She has some pretty fantastic stories to tell, like the time she almost got arrested.
Next time on the Kitten Blog, more Kitten!