Last time we moved my cat disappeared. I thought he slipped out the door while we were bringing things in and searched ALL over the place for him. I began hearing him.. this sad lonely meowwwwwwww.. I was beside myself. I didn't know where exactly he was and thought he may have climbed down in the floor registers. This went on for two days. On the second day I called the SPCA as I was at my end. He was in the house, but I couldn't exactly tell where the sounds were coming from and now I wasn't hearing them as often.
SPCA comes and looks at the duct openings and asks how big the cat is and says he's too big to have fit down there. He looks in the basement. Finds paw prints in the dust on top of an old shelf that and finds my cat hiding up between the floor joists where the basement has been finished with drop ceiling. Too far to reach so I put some canned food out and lure him out to within reach and pull him out. He wasn't entrapped, just scared, so when I pulled him out I used cardboard to seal off the exposed joists.
I told my Realtor who helped us find the home about the story and she laughed... at least by the time I told her I was settled down enough to laugh too, that or I would have just slapped her. SELL me a house that eats my cat will you!!!! LOL
Hope the unpacking and such is over soon!!
Shannon