At this point, I knew nothing about the poor trapped wallcat.
Sitting there contemplating what to do, our daughter decided to investigate rescue possibilities from below. She grabbed a flashlight and wiggled into the crawl space under her house. Once again she tried the worn out “Kitty, Kitty” call. Things were looking up however, because she was flat on her back. Was it her imagination or did “Meow” come from somewhere a little bit closer. With hope building, she called once more. Suddenly she saw a cat’s head poking through a hole beside where the plumbing was installed. With a little coaxing and one period of time, the entire trapped cat emerged!
With her hands full of a purring, she made her way back out into our world. Then, she called me and shared her story.