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08/09/2005: "First wet cat"

3 am

Well, the first cat has gone in and been subsequently rescued. The Sploosh Heard 'Round The Loft was Julius. Thankfully, Crickett was in the office looking right over the pool and saw his little orange self splashin' around frantically. She hollered out, and then ran downstairs to pull the drenched little beastie out of the pool. He managed to nail Crickett pretty good with his hind claws, because he was completely freaking out, but it's nothing that a little Bactine can't handle. As for Juju, well, we followed the trail of water through the house until we found him, hiding under the couch in Bryn's office, lookin' like a drowned rat. He was dragged out, wrapped in towels, and spoken softly to as he was rubbed dry(ish) and petted and soothed. After about 15 or 20 minutes, he heaved a HUGE sigh and finally started to calm down. He's fine, with nothing but damp fur, wounded pride, and mad street cred from the others for being the first one to go in That THING. He'll probably never go anywhere near it again. As for us, we've put the cover over it, tighened the hell out of it, and then flung a bell on it to warn of any further adventurers.