Kizmet uses up one of her 9 lives

This is a tale of how our newest kitty Kizmet recently used up one of her lives.....

Last Friday I headed to the 'backroom' of our house to grab some haddock out of the freezer for dinner.  It was about  4 in the afternoon and I wanted to quick thaw it and get dinner going.   Mr. Whimzie came home around 5, we had a little time for a bit of wine and reading the newspaper.  We ate around 6.  After cleaning up the kitchen, we both headed out for the first round of shoveling and snow blowing from the storm we were getting.  We probably spent the better part of 2 hours out there.  We came inside, warmed up by the fire and talked to our eldest son, Scott, on the phone until about 9:40.  The Mister and I then headed to our computers to play our Words with Friends game (lol) on Facebook and check emails.  Hubby decided to get ready for bed around 11.  On his way upstairs he said to me.....

 

 "Where is the kitten? I don't remember seeing her tonight." 

 

 I said, "Oh...I don't know...she must be around somewhere" and waved my hand around...you see...we have a big house and it isn't always easy to keep track of which room the cats have chosen at any particular time.

 

I proceeded to get ready for bed, and decided to look around downstairs for Kizmet...she usually sleeps with us and I thought I would bring her up to bed with me.

I went into the kitchen....called.....no kitten

I went into the carriage room....called....no kitten

I stuck my head into the back room, as she sometimes likes to hang out there on top of a shelf or box (we have a cat door in the wall to the back room, as that is where the littler is)....I didn't see her and called "KIZMET".....

I heard her meow.

Now I will pause in the story here, and tell you that on Wednesday of last week...Kizmet, being a curious kitten, decided to jump down behind the washer and dryer.   I gasped when I saw her do this, because the Mister was in Maryland and that washer and dryer are heavy....I wondered if I would be able to move them.  It was nearly midnight then, so I just stuck a towel tightly between the washer and dryer  and draped it down the back, in hopes that she would climb up during the night.   In the morning she was still there behind the washer and dryer and the towel was back there too....guessing it wasn't wedged in there tight enough and when she tried to climb up it fell back with her.  So I managed to jiggle the dryer out enough that morning so I could crawl on top, lean down behind it and grab her tail and pull her up...which I did.

Now back to my OTHER story......

so...it is 11:30 pm...and I hear Kizmet meow when I call her in the back room and I think.....

That goofy cat....she must have been messing around and fell behind the freezer and extra refrigerator we have out there...so I start to move the recycling bins to coax her out....and I'm continuing to call her name in an effort to pin point where she is by her meows.

As I call and pull things away from the side of the freezer....I am beginning to realize that her meows are NOT coming from behind the freezer ......but that they are coming from 

IN

the freezer!

Somehow...that curious little kitten had jumped into the bottom of the tall freezer when I was pulling the haddock out of the top of the freezer and I NEVER SAW HER!

I quickly FLUNG open the door to see her huddled in the bottom....and I grabbed her quickly and held her close to me.   I called out to Mr. Whimzie as I made my way upstairs...saying" POOR KITTEN!"   He jumps out of bed saying "WHAT???" and acting very concerned.

We snuggled under the blankets with her, but she seemed none the worse for her 7 hours....yes....7 hours in the freezer!  She proceeded to lick herself 'clean' and go to sleep.

8 Lives left.......

She's getting a collar with bells on it today!