It was Sunday morning and I was dressed and ready for church. My cat Alphie was acting restless, not his normal behavior. He kept going to the wall next to the front door. On the other side of the wall was the bathroom and at that spot was where the bath tub was located. The pacing and meowing went on it seemed forever. I was constantly saying okay Alphie I hear you or okay Alphie that is enough. My trying to calm him down wasn’t working.
As I was walking to the door to leave I noticed Alphie at the wall with is ear planted up against it. He would back away cock his head, meow and then press his ear up to the wall again. It was then I wondered what had gotten under the house and into the wall.
I went over to the wall, got down on Alphie’s level and put my ear up to the wall to try and hear what had him so worked up. Putting my ear up to the wall, I heard a hissing sound, a constant hissing sound. I thought this isn’t good.
Deciding that the noise was more important than going to church, I proceeded to change clothes so I could investigate further. Calling my father was first on my list. I told him what was going on. He said he would be over with tools in hand. He arrived with a hand saw. He proceeded to mark of a square and saw away.
After sawing a square plug out of the wall to investigate what was making the hissing sound, there it was; a pipe had sprung a leak, a pretty good leak at that. The next step was to find a plumper that would come out on a Sunday. I could hear the cash register sound “cha, ching.”
The plumber arrived with toolbox in hand. With water turned off, he began his work. Fifteen minutes into the task he realized that was a part he didn’t have and would have to see if he could find what he need. My father being resourceful himself said “let me check to see what I have in my tool box in the car.” Coming back with an assortment of materials, they shifted through the stuff he had and found something that would do the job. He had his mission wrapped up in 30 minutes and an $80 bill in hand, with $8 deducted for the part he didn’t supply.
With the plumber finished and on his way, my father begun to replace the plug back into the wall and seal it up. It was then I said “well, I knew I rescued this cat for a reason.”
My sweet Alphie was rescued along with his litter mate through the ASPCA. I was fostering them for a while. The sibling found a home and I adopted Alphie. I can’t help but think what would have happened if I had not bought him into my life and if that particular Sunday he had not been so attentive to the hissing in the wall.
*I suggest everyone think about adopting an animal, they give so much back in return.