PSA on cats in closets

Late last night I heard a faint meow. Chum was not on our bed nor in his heated bed on the chair so I got up to look for him. After a few minutes of looking around the room I opened my closet door and his head popped out, then he screamed. It was not a typical angry meow it was a scream of pain. I woke Tom saying I NEED HELP! and realized Chumley's back legs had been tangled up in a wraparound tie that was attached to one of my shirts on a low hanging rod. He was wiggling in pain but his lower body was completely stuck. The tie had wrapped around both legs (hog tied) and then another loop was tight around his belly. We couldn't pull him forward out of the closet so Tom had to hold his head and shoulders while I worked to untangle the fabric while in the closet. Chumley started to FREAK OUT and bit the top of my hand (not Toms!) but we calmed him as best we could because the more he moved the worse he became tangled. I finally managed to free both legs and then slide the rest of the tie down his lower body and he bolted out of the closet. We were so relieved to see that he was ok because it gave us all quite a scare. Even Wrigs. He knew Chum was in distress and was nervously barking while Tom and I were trying to free him. I just wanted to pass this along because we all know how our cats love to hide and sleep inside cozy closets but that could be cause for danger. I can't even imagine if the tie had been looped around his neck. Don't even want to think about that right now, I am just so grateful that this turned out ok. And I wanted to share it on here to prevent this from happening to anyone else. I'm going to make sure all shirts with ties are untied and hung up on a higher rod.

Also, don't let your cats sleep inside the dryer to stay warm. Won't go into the details on this one but sometimes people may forget they are in there and accidentally turn it on. I have never done this but sadly I do know someone who did.

Both Wrigs and Chum (and Chum's bear!) are sleeping so peacefully together, staying warm in the sun's rays...


But sometimes they look dead and it freaks me out...


So then I say WAKE UP! and they come back to life and I can breathe again too.


But now Chum is sleeping with his back leg in mid air so I hope that's not a sign that he's hurting. Though it may just be gas.



I do love my sweet little pork chop spewing farting monster. Poor Wrigs is downwind.