I love going inside things -- boxes, closets, cupboards -- anything that provides dark privacy to my liking. So imagine my excitement when I found the microwave oven slightly open on the countertop. I had to investigate, of course. It smelled of chicken, perhaps the dinner I just had. It was still warm, so it was perfect. I settled in, tucked my paws and tail under my body, and waited to be swayed to sleep. Of course the hoomans were unaware of my bliss inside that silver gray box.
I dozed off. After over 30 minutes, I heard some faint noise outside. The hoomans sounded like they were looking for me! They kept on calling my name. I was answering them, but my meow only filled this small space around me. Then it hit me -- I'm trapped inside this box they call the microwave oven! I kept on meowing and meowing! But they didn't seem to hear my meows. I heard Rue scratching the surface of the oven door, and knocking off bottles and things on the counter. Finally, the hoomans realized that I was inside! They opened the door and boy was I relieved to get out of that box!
Hooman Momma's version of the story:
My parents are staying with me while my dad gets his heart workup done (check-ups, tests, etc.). While I was away, they prepared the cats' dinner. Qish being super finicky, he always demands that his meal be served warm, so it has to be heated. I normally leave the microwave oven slightly open after using it to dissipate the remaining heat, and my parents did as well. Qish sneaked into the oven and my dad closed it without realizing that Qish was there. After more than 30 minutes, they started to worry that the cats were not in their usual chase-and-wrestle play after eating. So they started looking. They heard faint meows, and opened all doors including closets, cupboards, balcony, etc. When they saw Rue scratching on the oven door, they had to check on it -- and there they found Qish, sitting regally inside the microwave oven!
I was totally horrified when my parents told me about it! What if they didn't look for Qish? What if we only decided to open the oven door the day after, when we were about to use it? What if Qish ran out of air during his 30 minutes of adventure inside the oven? I wouldn't forgive myself if I discover Qish inside, lifeless.
Please be extra careful, everyone! After living with Qish for four years, who would have thought he could still surprise me with something like this! Another almost-heart attack moment. Sigh. I love you, Qish and Rue!