Yes, she must have gotten down there via the hole in the bathroom floor created by the removal of the former bathtub.
She emerged when I removed the grate from this previously weed-encrusted portal in the back garden yesterday.
She's a bit rattled and she's lost a lot of weight, but apart from that she seems fine.
It's that type of fearless exploration that should be an inspiration to us all.
Posted by: Li | Sunday, 28 October 2007 at 11:21 PM
Yay!
And a good thing you found her in time. It was dark, and she was likely to be eaten by a grue.
Posted by: Magnus | Monday, 29 October 2007 at 02:03 AM
I am glad you found your cat. It was starting to sound like some winos ate it or something.
Posted by: evan | Monday, 29 October 2007 at 05:16 PM
Magnus's comment is the winner.
Posted by: teigan | Monday, 29 October 2007 at 10:47 PM
Poor Nada, she must have been scared. She probably survived by drinking the groundwater that seeped through the bathroom tiles and rationing out half a muesli bar. I suppose she's saving all those stories for Andrew Denton.
Posted by: wortwut | Tuesday, 30 October 2007 at 03:25 PM
There was a cat under your house.
Posted by: Adam | Wednesday, 31 October 2007 at 06:13 AM
>I suppose she's saving all those stories for Andrew Denton.
Everyone I know seems to end up on Denton sooner or later. But she'll take whatever horrors she confronted down there to her grave. She's just that kind of cat.
Adam - yes.
Posted by: teigan | Wednesday, 31 October 2007 at 09:38 AM