One Tuesday morning, a few summers ago, we set out for an early walk. I was anticipating a short walk as Pippin was missing, he’s the cat that spends a lot of time outdoors. The bipeds were worried about him as he hadn’t been home for a few days. They had been spending more and more time out searching for him.
We didn’t get very far on our walk before I suddenly ran off. I went right up to the front door of a house that was used as a holiday home. I made the noise I make when something is wrong and tapped on the door with my paw. They called me, but I stood my ground – they weren’t listening to me! One of them called again in the tone of voice that means “don’t make me come and get you”, so I sat down to make it clear that I wasn’t moving and that they really needed to listen to me.
The female biped came to get me. When she was very close, I again made the noise I make to tell them that something is wrong and I tapped on the door with my paw and I pressed my nose up against it. I knew that if I could get Pippin to speak while she was close then she would hear him too. He has a very loud voice for his size, the bipeds often joke that he was one of the original members of Bob Marley’s backing band. Pippin wailed at full volume and this time she heard him.
The bipeds spoke to each other, sounding really worried, and we went straight back home – so much for my walk! They then spent the next half hour or so making phone calls. It’s really difficult to understand them sometimes. I could tell they were tense and worried, but we weren’t doing anything! They found out that the people left the house on Saturday, it was now Tuesday and the weather was really hot. I heard them say that we were waiting for someone with a key. An hour or so later we discovered that the person who had been meant to come only had the key to the old door.
There was another frantic round of phone calls – totally pointless, action was needed! We went back to the house to have another look round. It is a big, stone house, about two centuries old. At the front everything was shuttered up. Although the front door was a new one, I was fairly sure I could push it down, if only they’d let me – the walls would be a different matter as they were about a metre thick.
We went round the back and spotted a tiny window without glass, which was quite high up. They had no idea whether Pippin could get to it. The male biped clambered up and put his face right up to the window and called to Pippin. A few minutes later Pippin came to the window and wailed – he really is a clever cat! The male biped then started pushing and pulling at the wire mesh that was in the window to stop small animals going in. He kept talking to Pippin until he’d made a gap large enough for a cat and then encouraged Pippin to wriggle through, which he promptly did. He passed Pippin down and put the wire back in place.
We took Pippin home. He was a bit dazed, but he seemed to feel better as soon as he had a drink and then we both had some rather tasty chicken. There were smiles all round and the bipeds were so proud of me for finding Pippin. They kept making a fuss of me and telling me how clever I am, as they knew they couldn’t have found him without my detective work – I’d saved Pippin’s life.
See you next Wednesday!
Wow Clowie you are a real hero. They should get you an award. I hope Pippin has learnt not to go into stange buildings now.
It’s very unusual for him to go near strangers. We think that something must have startled him and he hid in the wrong place. The bipeds have tried to keep him in since then on days that people on holiday might be leaving.
Pippin looks so much like my cat Iggy! – who was often likely to disappear for a few days at a time as well, so he doesn’t go outside anymore either. Nice one, Clowie! You let those humans know that sometimes, you are smarter than they are! Animals know when other animals are in trouble – and they can find them, very easily (although dogs are much better at demonstrating it to humans – or ‘bipeds’ as you call them – than cats are).
They can be very slow to catch on sometimes. I call them bipeds because they insist on walking on two legs, when it’s so obviously better to walk on four! Just one of the many strange things they do. Regards to your cat Iggy.
You are a hero Clowie! Extra treats for you!! xox
Thank you. They say that Pyreneans are stubborn, it’s that we know best!
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Meow! Good Job, Clowie. Pippin is a very lucky cat
I was really pleased to find him. We are the best of friends.
aaaaw that is heartwarming. Does Pippin have a blog too?
No, he doesn’t, but he’s been asking about blogs recently. I think he quite enjoyed being on mine.
oh, I hope he decides to get one too. I’ll be nice to hear about his adventures behind the fridge too. Meow!
I’ll tell him what you said. I’m sure he’ll be pleased to know you’re interested in his adventures.