Panther, True Tales VII

Posted: April 3, 2017 in Panther, True Tales
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A Secret Learned

Days pass quickly when you’re trapped in a job you hate. Before I knew it October had run its course, November had left and I was smack-dab into December. We had gone through a lot of excitement in those two months.

Prior to adopting Panther I had had the unfortunate luck of having to go through a bed bug infestation, a few to be accurate but like most things in life the first time is the worst one. The first indication that these pests were in the building was a notice that they were going to spray the apartment in a couple weeks. There were no sign of bugs that I could see but I dutifully followed the directions they provided to prepare for the spraying. Less than a week before the spray date the apartment was crawling with bed bugs. One day I was bug free and the next I was living with a nation of them.

Part of the instructions for successfully combating a bed bug infestation is to not change your sleeping habits. Particularly important is not to change where you sleep. Which meant that I had to spend three or four nights sharing my bed with a few hundred tiny ladies whose entire reason for existing was to steal my blood. But if I moved from the bed they might shift their location and escape the pesticide. It is, by far, the hardest part of dealing with bed bugs.

After that first time it seemed as if those little vampires were attempting to move in every couple of months. It felt like there was a period of nearly constant spraying as they fought to evict these insect freeloaders from the apartment complex. It was a fight they didn’t seem to be winning. All of my possessions were boxed and stored in the middle of the dining room as per their instructions. I had been packing and unpacking so often due to the treatments that I just stopped putting anything back, it was just easier to leave everything packed where they were.

The bugs eventually stopped coming back, at least for a time. It would take months before I could relax enough to start returning things to where they belonged. It would never be complete, it always sat in the back of my mind that the bugs would return. They did.

The pesticides they use to fight bed bugs does not quite agree with those of the feline persuasion, it is, in fact, fatal. So after I discovered a pair of the bugs and, with great difficulty, managed to get a spray date set I found myself suddenly needing a place to hole up with the cat for a few days.

I had just the place in mind. A friend of mine had a sweet house geared up for cats, she would house-sit her parents’ cats once in a while and kept some feline amusements there at all times. It was a two floor house with a basement, lots of space, and large windows. A nice place for a cat to play in. A quick text got the okay for Panther and I to crash there for a few days.

The day arrived for our short vacation from the apartment. The treatment wasn’t until the next day but I wasn’t about to let Panther be alone in a strange place so we were both leaving that afternoon for my friend’s place. I spent the morning moving things into the kitchen and away from the walls. I wasn’t sure it was necessary but I pulled everything away from the wall in Panther’s room as well.

He wasn’t dealing very well with the morning activity. The changes I was making to his environment had shot his anxiety through the roof. I decided to let him roam free until the last minute, he hated being in his carrier and I couldn’t see a point in making his day any worse than it had to be.

I could understand what he was feeling. My own anxiety levels were off the charts. I don’t really like to have people in my apartment when I am home, I can’t even deal with the idea of people being in my apartment when I am not there. I can’t focus on anything else, I have difficulty breathing, my hands shake uncontrollably, I just become a mess. I had no desire to put Panther through that stress so I allowed him the freedom to roam as I prepared the apartment.

He was nowhere to be found when I finished moving everything. I had just received a text that my ride was on the way so it was now time to package the cat up for travel. I checked above the cupboards in the kitchen where he liked to go when the vacuum was running but he wasn’t there.

Panther. Where are you, buddy?”

He normally came when called. He tended to show me that much courtesy, but not today it seemed. I wandered to the bathroom to check the tub, he would sometimes curl up there to sleep off warm afternoons. I pushed the curtains aside and was rewarded with an empty tub.

Where are you hiding, Panther?” I wondered aloud as I checked under the bathroom sink. Perhaps he had gone into his room, he liked to sleep on top of the boxes I kept in there. It was worth a quick look.

There was no cat to be seen on top of the boxes I had pulled away from the wall. No cat behind the boxes. No cat anywhere I could see.

There was a large hole in the wall that was shared with the bathroom.

A big, dark, gaping hole that caused my heartbeat to quicken.

This hole was the access hatch to the water pipes that fed the shower and bath tub. The panel must have been held closed by the boxes that had been in front of it. It must have opened while I was in another room. I could see all the pipes running up and down through the wall but I couldn’t tell if there was room for a cat to slip through.

A closer inspection revealed just how little luck I had, there was enough space between the pipes for a cat of Panther’s size to squeeze through. More important was the alcove that I could make out just beneath the tub that looked large enough to comfortably fit me. I was filled with dread and despair at the two eyes that reflected the light from my cell phone back at me. It had taken no time for Panther to find this hole and get himself into the space beneath the tub.

Panther,” I tried to keep the panic from my voice, “time to come out.”

It was hard to judge if he could make it back through all the pipes but it was worth the attempt to try to coax him out. I couldn’t get my arm far enough in to pull him out. For his part Panther seemed to be enjoying this newly found cave.

I shook a bag of Temptations at the open hole. This sound would normally bring him running but today he just lay down and looked up at me. I offered a whiff of catnip, perhaps the scent would entice him. He just lay down in that hole content to wait me out.

Feeling even more desperate and on the verge of a panic attack I decided to make a phone call to the building’s emergency line.

This line is only for emergencies,” they told me, “you need to contact the building manager.”

Hot water faucet in the bath tub won’t shut off… not an emergency. Cat trapped under bath tub… not an emergency. Just what was an emergency to these people?

The building manager responded lightening fast to my call. This was the first and only time she would ever respond to one of my infrequent requests in less than a week. It was within fifteen minutes that she showed up with a maintenance man and all three of us were surrounding the open hatch. The maintenance man shone a flashlight in the hole to verify the cat’s existence (because I was obviously the type to make this type of thing up) and then they were on the move. They were going to pull down the ceiling in my downstairs neighbour’s bathroom to get to the cat.

I heard a polite meow beside me as I shut the apartment door behind them. At my feet was a very calm, slightly dusty, Panther. He had decided that he wanted to play with the beam of the flashlight and had followed it out of the crawlspace.

I grabbed him, kissed him on his head, and put him in his carrier. I managed to get downstairs in time to stop them from ripping apart my neighbours bathroom and then generously applied duct tape to seal the hatch. That done, we were on our way to my friend’s home for a few days.

The drive down there went about as well as could be expected. Panther voiced his discomfort and disgust at the situation throughout the entire journey. He changed his tune the moment he was released from his carrier into our temporary home.

The majority of the cat related items were in the basement, the litter box in particular. I brought him down and released him from the carrier. I needed to prepare the litter box and figured he could explore while I did. The basement was at least as big as our apartment so he had plenty of space to enjoy. It was a single room with a fridge, a scratching post, a table, some boxes, stairs, and various other items scattered about. There was plenty to keep him occupied while I set up his bathroom.

By the time I was finished he was gone.

It was an unfinished basement so there wasn’t too many places he could have disappeared into. I checked under the stairs and in the boxes, both those areas were clear. I could hear his meows so I was certain he was close by. As it turned out he had managed to get himself into the beams of the ceiling and couldn’t get himself down.

Maybe you don’t need to explore every hole,” I offered as I grabbed a chair so I could reach him. He purred musically as I pulled him free of the beams.

He spent the rest of the evening exploring the house. He particularly enjoyed using the stairs, racing up and down continuously throughout the night. He slept with me on the couch and spent the next day in the basement while I was at work. I only had to work the one day and then we were alone for a couple days before we would return home.

One of the more amazing aspects of Panther’s personality is how quick he adapts to changes in his environment. Like most cats he doesn’t like change but unlike other cats I have known he settled into his new environments with surprising ease. I was more uncomfortable with our circumstances than he was and it was a relief for me to be going home, he didn’t feel the same way. From a cat point of view the house with the stairs, large beds, and numerous surfaces to climb onto was a portrait of luxury. Like all cats he accepted that luxury as a birthright and was unhappy to be leaving it behind.

There were three treatment dates spread over about a month which allowed him to visit his paradise one more time. My friend was home during the second visit and Panther spent the day with her while I was at work. The reports I got from that day involve him happily joining her for a nap and, not quite so happily, respecting her requests to get off her counter tops. He was a perfectly charming house guest.

Sometime between the first and second treatments I learned a valuable secret kept by my feline roommate. It happened one morning that I was a little slower getting out the door than normal. Panther had been closed up into his room while I was temporarily flummoxed about which jacket I should wear, this choice delayed my exit by a minute or two. A flash of black burst out the door as I opened it to leave. Panther had somehow escaped from his room!

I had thought my roommate had figured out a system that allowed him to exit the apartment while Panther was loose. What was actually happening was that Panther had figured out that if he pressed his weight against the centre of the folding door it would open and he would be released from his cell. He had figured it out the first day I had closed him in the room, it had taken me considerably longer to figure it out.

It was also during this time that I accepted what would be my first promotion. I hated the job but I am something of a responsibility junkie so when they offered me the promotion I couldn’t refuse. The raise that came with it was essentially nonexistent and the included potential for a bonus was little more than a joke. The tiny increase in money didn’t come close to covering the increase in work load and daily abuse.

We settled on trading some treats for my freedom to leave. Most mornings I had to hold him in my arms, exit the apartment, and slip him back into our home while I closed the door.

We headed into Christmas having made some adjustments to our lives.

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