I went to bed quite late after staying up to work (normal for me lately) so I was in bed and heard some weird screeching noise downstairs and thought it was a cat or something and ignored it. Then it happened again, louder. I couldn’t place what the noise was—it was really very strange and nothing I’d heard before—so I went to investigate. I thought maybe the raccoon was in the window and both cats were squawking. I turned on the living room light and HOLY F’ING SHITBALLS!!
Maggie’s head was sideways, squeezed halfway between the metal bars on the door and side of the crate, and she was drooling and wheezing and “screaming.” She probably couldn’t breathe. I’m guessing she tried to push her way out (why?!) and got stuck.
I opened the door and pulled her out and petted her and she seemed okay but just freaked out. She eventually let me hold her on my lap and after awhile I pulled her bed out (blood splatters—not sure if it was from her claws or teeth or what), wiped up the floor, and tried to put her back in. She went but she wasn’t happy. I went back up to bed and before I even got settled she was manically pawing at her crate again.
So I’m sleeping on the couch with her at 2:30am. 😣
I’m glad she’s okay, of course, as this could have ended very differently had I not heard her or gone to check.
But still. This was just the topper on a mostly shitty day.