The cat who saved our lives!

Our gorgeous tuxedo cat Scooter –on the left in the photo–has asked us to call him, “Scooter, the Wonder Cat.”    Up until today, I have refused to.

As you enter our apartment, the kitchen and the laundry room are on the left.  Pass the dining room,  turn left at George’s study, go down the halls fifteen feet and enter my study.  That’s where I was sitting, writing a blog post, when  Scooter dashed in.   “There’s something wrong here,” he yowled.  Well, actually, he didn’t say a word, he just looked upset and worried.  One at a time, he lifted each  foot high and shook it.   Concerned, I got up and looked into the hall.  It was flooded.  Toilet, I thought, and dashed into the bathroom.  Flooded as well but the toilet was fine.  I ran on down the hall, turned, splashed  through the rising water, across the dining room, waded through the kitchen and opened the door into the laundry room.  The washing machine spouted water like a geyser.

I hit spin to empty the machine and took off to survey the damage.   Unimaginable!  I started tossing rugs and towels and blankets on the floor.  When the thick king-sized blanket hit the water, it landed with resounding splashes and sank below an inch of water.  Oh-oh.  I threw every blanket, every towel, and every bath mat into the pool, as well as the cat beds, a couple of pot holders and–I hate to admit–the other cat.  At that point, I realized I’d never be able to soak the flood up.    George called the apartment office and asked for a maintenance man to come by–right now!–with a wet-dry vac.  John arrived, looked at the pond, and left   He returned  minutes later with Jason the  carpet guy who’d been working in another apartment.  The carpet guy worked for two hours with all his equipment until the water was slurped up from the wood floors and the carpets were drying while three huge fans dried  on the carpets and terrified the cats.  

I hate to think what would have happened if Scooter hadn’t come in to tell me that there was something terribly wrong.  We might have all drowned.

Thank you, Scooter the wonder cat!

8 thoughts on “The cat who saved our lives!

  1. Knowing Scooter, he was really concerned about water reaching the Whiskers or getting on his feet. Sounds like an adventure that can go into a future book!

  2. LOL! Definitely a wonder cat. Soooo glad you were able to get someone to come RIGHT AWAY to get the water out and dry your carpets, etc. Now the big question is how long it took to run all those towels, blankets, etc. through the dryer (and washer?) to get them dried out….

    1. Actually, not as long as I thought! Although I did shorten the cycle a little (don’t tell). Thanks for reading and commiserating.

    1. We would have been a lot wetter. Thanks for the warning about the mold. We already had it as part of our renewal that the entire apartment will be recarpeted so we should be okay. Glad the flood happened BEFORE that!

  3. A Wonder Cat indeed! I just adopted my first tuxedo cat, and he always makes me laugh and daily surprises me–May you, George and Scooter have a long, dry, mold-free future together!

  4. I’m trying to see what that critter is in your picture but can’t. I’m fairly sure it’s not a tuxedo cat. Does yours have a moustach (I don’t think I spelled that correctly)? I can look at Scooter’s face and laugh. He really does look like Groucho Marks.

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