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… cover the drain of the sink containing the garbage disposal. Apparently there is a little tiny hole on the face plate in which the cat can ensnare a toe and get trapped… causing you to have to sedate the cat with benadryl (which she will undoubtedly bite into and consequently begin foaming at the mouth) while you disassemble the garbage disposal, and finally resort to having to apply force to remove the cat.
A missing claw, two dislocated toe joints, five cat bites, one hysterical mother, nine hours and $400 later, Zipper has been poked, prodded, drugged, splinted and is finally resting comfortably in the bathroom that is her home for the next week.
Zipper’s daddy is going to lie down for a little while.
Did I mention that the name brand of the disposal in question is the “Sinkmaster Bone Crusher?”
