This made me LOL, I remember many years ago when my house was being extended and at the end of a work day one of the tradies (tradesmen) had left our gate open. It was a cold winter night and I suddenly realised that out Jack Russell, Sparky was missing.
His nickname was Puss, and that came about because as a puppy he had gone under my bed and wouldn’t come out. I was in a hurry to pick my small children up from school and this was just what I didn’t need.
So after trying to coax Sparky with different sounds I just went Puss, Puss, Puss and he came bolting out and ran to me. I laughed and thought, no way. So I did it again and sure enough he responded.
So after that we all called him Puss as his nickname. Anyway back to the story, this night he was missing in action, I went around the streets looking for him calling Puss, Puss, Puss. And all these cats came from all directions 🤣🤣🤣🐈. It’s amazing what we don’t know goes on after dark with animals. All of these cats around me, heaps of them. There is me saying, no I am not looking for you guys.
Quickly distancing myself from all these cats that had been distracted from their nocturnal social activities. Eventually I decided to go home. And then I thought what about looking under the house. Sure enough. He was right at the little door trapped and waiting to be rescued. Poor little Sparky, he obviously had followed a tradie under the house at some point in the late afternoon and the man was unaware.
Just as well it wasn’t summer, just imagine being in a small crawl space in shorts and a cold wet nose touches your read end. A sudden jolt in shock and a bang on the head from the wooden beams inches above you, lol.
