This just happened about three hours ago, so I'm really sorry for the long and convoluted tale, I'm still shaken. I just wanted to share it.
Last warning: Long post ahead!
This morning I was getting ready to go out. I volunteer at a place that provides meals for the needy and we also help the children with school work. I
teach them English and Art. Anyway, I was brushing my teeth, walking around the house and started hearing meowing.
We have two cats so I assumed it was mine and opened a door (that leads to a back room which is kind of a storage but it's not used much) and called
my cat but she didn't come in. "Ok, it was some other cat" I thought and finished and left the house. This was about 11:45 a.m.
I was offered a small female cat at this volunteer place but I had to refuse because, as I said, I already have two cats and a dog and I felt that was
I came home at 5 p.m. and heard the meowing again. I asked my grandpa but he said he didn't hear anything. Our cats were accounted for. The thing
is... I kept hearing the meowing. I went outside to look on our roof and saw a big gray cat walking on it. "Ok, that's him making the noise. Case
closed" I thought.
While I was talking my grandma's ear off about some silly stuff I heard it again. It was about 8 p.m. The power went out but we kept talking. I kept
interrupting our conversation because I kept hearing a cat. I went to the back room and moved about some boxes and heard the cat but couldn't see it.
I called my grandma in with a candle.
I was about to pull on a thick pipe to see if it was coming from there but realized the pipe was connected to the roof and floor. It was the drain
that got rid of the rain water on the roof. I grabbed it and felt scratching inside
Grandpa said there was no way a cat fit in there because the pipe was covered on the roof end. I didn't care, I kept hearing the cat and told him we
had to get it out. At one point my mom, sister and brother came in to contemplate the spectacle of my "I'm telling you, there's a cat in there!".
No one could hear the meowing so they thought I was just being crazy (some noises sound louder to me than to some people, though). They said we'd
check tomorrow because the power was out. I started to panic "I'm not leaving it, I'm not leaving it alone!" so my grandpa went up the roof with a
long piece of wood and shoved it in the drain. He felt something down there.
I made such a scandal that to shut me up he went to get a saw and cut the pipe (we were in almost darkness because of the power outage and we only had
cell phone's lights) he looked inside and said "It's just and old sweater!" My heart sank to my feet.
My mom checked and said "It's just filth in there! Come check it out". I saw... filth, on something like an old sponge. I decided to poke the thing
(I usually poke everything I come across) and the "sponge" was warm. It started moving... breathing! Then... it meowed!
I screamed "It's a cat! It's alive!". I stuck my hand down the pipe and grabbed a bit of the fur and pulled but it wouldn't come out. Then it hit
me. This cat had been there since 11 am or so, could be even more because I really hadn't walked past that door earlier. It had been crying for help.
Stuck, alone, afraid, helpless. It had heard me knocking on the pipe and cried a bit but by the time my family came in he was silent. Maybe it had
given up. And they were set on checking tomorrow because it was dark. It would have died.
It would have died alone in there, because no one else could hear it.
I broke down and started crying "It's a cat! It's a kitty!". I was frustrated because I couldn't get it out. My mom decided to pull it harder,
even if it meant hurting it a bit, to keep it from sliding down the drain (which goes underground and it would have been impossible to get out). And
it was free.
Free at last! After almost 10 hours of being down a drain. It started running around, scared, it smelled horrible and was all dirty but to me it was
BEAUTIFUL. It was ALIVE! We got to him on time!
My family was shocked, they couldn't believe it and apologized for not believing when I said there was a cat in there. I turn to my little brother
and say "Hey, you always go around filming stuff, too bad you didn't get this!" to which he answered "Ah, but I did! 35 minutes of video". It's
all dark because of the outage, you can see some faces lit by the phones but you can hear every reaction. Especially my crying when I broke down
But, after all that the kitten is safe, hiding behind my kitchen. We'll check it out tomorrow and see if he's hurt and take it to the vet if
necessary but now, I'll let it calm down.
It was a long day for him/her after all
(Pics coming in tomorrow)
Thank you very much for reading.