Linus and Grover’s story. (Part 1)
posted in Cat Stories |It was Xmas 1990 and we had decided to get 2 kittens to replace our beloved Dan, who had died the previous May. I’d arranged to have a full 2 weeks off work to help them settle in, and we’d already been to the RSPCA and chosen them; a sleek black male and his fluffy, black and white sister. We had decided to call them Linus and Grover. Everything was in place for a wonderful Xmas.
I collected them on my way home from work on Friday teatime. We arrived home safely and I decided to let them out of the basket and confine them to the kitchen until Peter got home. It seemed like a good idea at the time, the fact that the RSPCA had told us they were extremely nervous, never entered my head, what’s scary in a kitchen?
I opened the basket. I expected them to be reluctant to come out at first, but within seconds Grover was out and hiding behind the refrigerator and Linus disappeared through a hole under the kitchen units I didn’t even know was there. I’d gone from 2 kittens to no kittens in about 5 seconds flat. I was stunned. I tried calling and coaxing, but to no avail. When I went to collect Peter from work, I was in a right old state.
When we got home again, it was a relatively easy task for the two of us to retrieve Grover from the back of the fridge. Peter tilted it forward, whilst I disentangled her from the pipes and tubes which she had pressed herself into. We took her gently into the sitting room where we noticed she was limping with her front right paw, we assumed she must have hurt herself in her hurry to get behind the fridge. There wasn’t much we could do for her just then so we put her in her basket, and that’s exactly where she stayed for the rest of the evening, which was probably as well, in the light of subsequent events.
We then turned our attention to Linus ——–
