06/17/2026
My life… so magical, so interesting, so crazy.
A few weeks ago, you may remember I posted some photos of cats sitting beside a cat statue. I fell completely in love with it and have been looking for a Zen cat statue ever since.
Well, I finally found one — at Marshalls, of all places! It was made in Vietnam and has the sweetest, peaceful little Vietnamese temple-cat feeling. I put him outside on Sunday with the new moon.
And lo and behold… the very next morning, guess what showed up under my car?!
I went outside to water the flowers and heard tiny mewing. I looked under my car and realized the sound was coming from inside the hood. After an hour of trying to coax this little baby out, Stella the dog, finally flushed him out from under the car toward the house. After a wild little chase, I caught him underneath the drain spout — ironically, the exact same place where I have caught two other kittens in previous years.
He was so tiny that I wanted to bring him inside to assess him. I decided to set up the smallest room in the house — the downstairs bathroom — as a little kitten rehab and assessment room. I closed the door, went to get a towel and a few supplies, and when I came back…
The kitten was completely gone.
I checked every corner. Nowhere.
Then I looked under the sink and was horrified to discover that half of the vent cover was missing. That tiny kitten had gone down into my ductwork.
So, just like the old story says: good luck, bad luck — who’s to say?
My air conditioning has been broken for a week, so thankfully the system was turned off. And the AC guys had already been here the past two days. I called them and begged them to come back and help me get this kitten out of my ductwork.
My house is over 100 years old and 4,000 square feet, and the ductwork underneath it is worse than Atlanta’s Spaghetti Junction. There was no way I was going to be able to do this on my own. I could hear him mewing from beneath the floorboards.
Bobby and BJ from Crossroads Heating & Air were at my house within 20 minutes. They went right into the crawlspace and started checking all the ductwork.
About two hours later, we were finally able to pull sweet little Butterbean out by the scruff of his neck.
He is precious. I’m guessing he is about four weeks old, and I’m waiting now to take him to the vet to have him assessed.
New moon. Zen cat. Tiny Butterbean.
Good luck, bad luck — who’s to say?
