Toilet Paper Problems

“Excuse me Ma’am, we have a toilet paper problem.”

Um...Houston, We Have a Problem!

I turned to look at the Burger King employee standing beside me who’d just tapped me on the shoulder. I looked at her with a blank face, not sure what she was talking about. Problems? Did she know anything about problems? I was in the midst of several major problems in my life. They say it comes in threes and I was walking through my third loss in a matter of three months.  It all started in May when my best friend and fishing buddy Hardin Weaver passed away from lung cancer.

My Friend Hardin

I praise God that I had had the opportunity to fly back to Clovis, California to see Hardin in the hospital the day before he died. He was concious and was able to smile as I laughed and cried and prayed with him. Hardin was one of our first Missing Pet Partnership volunteers in the early stages of our development. He became a close friend and a father figure to me. The plan I had for my upcoming wedding was to have Hardin walk me down the isle and give me away. Sometimes our plans just don’t work out. Losing Hardin cut like a knife.

MPP Volunteers Capture Stray Hard-to-Catch Dog

A few months later, the primary program of Missing Pet Partnership came to a sudden and unexpected end. After helping hundreds of pet owners over the past three years, MPP was forced to suspend our services that involved responding (in the Seattle area) on physical searches with search dogs and equipment to help families search for their lost pets. Until we get the funding to hire a staff to oversee this program it will likely remain in limbo.

Sadie

I had not quite worked through my grief of losing the MPP program when I was forced to euthanize Sadie, my elderly cat detection dog. In fact, I had just put Sadie down on Monday and was traveling through Ellensburg, Washington on Wednesday (after being consoled by family in Idaho) when I stopped at Burger King. I had used the restroom first and then walked out to place my order when the employee tapped me on my shoulder.

“What?” I asked the woman. She repeated her words again. “We have a toilet paper problem” only this time she was smiling.

I was thinking to myself that this woman knew nothing about “problems” based on what I was going through. And besides, there was no “toilet paper problem.” I had just been in the women’s restroom and there had been plenty of toilet paper. But as the smile appeared on her face, I realized that the “we” of this problem meant that I was some how involved in this. And then the lightbulb came on and my worst nightmare came true.

“No!” I said as I looked down at my feet to see if I was trailing a stream of toilet paper, only there was nothing clinging to my shoe. “Where?” I asked.

She pointed to my butt. I reached back behind me and sure enough, I’d been trailing a 4 foot long piece of toilet paper that was tucked neatly into the back of my pants. I turned red and excused myself as I scurried to the women’s restroom.

Now here’s where it gets interesting. I realized that I was faced with a choice. The easiest thing to do would’ve been to wash my hands and then slip outside without even going back for my burger, avoiding more embarrassment. But as I washed my hands, I noticed they had the best kind of hand drying apparatus around. Instead of one of those cheap blowy machines that leaves you with wet hands, Burger King had installed one of those brown paper towel dispensers with the Pavlov-like-lever that enables you to make one single, giant paper towel. I pushed that lever at least 15 times and created a 7 foot long paper towel train and stuck it in the back of my pants. And like a bride trailing a beautiful train from her lavish wedding gown (which I’ll need one for this December, just in case anyone has one laying around that they want to donate!) I proudly walked out of that bathroom with my head held high.

You should’ve seen the look on faces of the customers in line! I walked right up to that Burger King employee who was still standing at the counter. I laid a hand on her shoulder to make sure she looked at me, thanked her for telling me about the toilet paper problem, and then proudly walked away so she could observe my paper train. She, and everyone else standing there, broke out in laughter.  It’s times like these that I thank God for His lovingkindness. He knew exactly how to bless me with a good belly laugh during my season of grief! I have a quirky hobby of collecting “most embarrassing moment” stories and so far, my own most embarrassing moment had only involved driving off from a fuel pump with the gas nozzel still attached to my police car gas tank. Now I have a coveted toilet paper story of my own to share around the campfire.

Life is too short to be embarrassed and to run out of Burger Kings in shame. As depressing as things can get, we all need to hang paper trains from our butts and bring a little laughter into this world!

All Hail King Cheeto

Last weekend, I faced a dilemma. I was scheduled to be in two places at one time. Location #1 was the Northwest Christian Writer’s Association’s Conference in Redmond, WA where I planned to shop my next book idea. Location #2 was the 2012 PAWS Community Hero Pet Awards ceremony on Bainbridge Island where my cat, Cheeto, was to be honored for his work as a “target cat”. Cheeto has a “job” and is used to train cat detection dogs to find lost cats. Recently featured on three different TV shows, Cheeto won this award because he helped to train a search dog named Harley who found and saved the life a lost cat named Norm.

Award Winning Cat....WHO KNEW!

At first, I planned to send a volunteer in my place to accept Cheeto’s award. But as the day grew closer, I felt an ache in my heart. I wanted to be there, too. When I voiced my dilemma on Facebook and asked for advice, one friend piped up and said, “Writer’s Conferences come and go-when have you ever heard of a cat winning an award?”

So I compromised. I attended the writer’s conference in the morning and in the afternoon, I left Redmond, drove to Seattle, picked up a friend (who had Cheeto), and boarded the ferry heading to Bainbridge Island.

This was a red carpet event held at the beautiful Wing Point Golf & Country Club. There were six categories with six winners. Cheeto won in the Companion Animal category, but there was a seventh award up for grabs that had captured my attention. It was the People’s Choice Award where everyone who attended the event would be asked to vote for their favorite of the six nominees. All of the other nominees besides Cheeto were dogs. The event planners had created a poster for each of the nominees that described their work and why they had won their award. These posters were what the attendees looked at and used to help them decide who they wanted to vote for. As I stood in front of Cheeto’s poster taking a picture of it, I overheard a conversation taking place behind my back that went something like this:
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Woman #1: “Who did you vote for?”
Woman #2: “I voted for Tucker.” (Tucker is a black Labrador trained as a whale poop detection dog. I am serious. I bet my dog Kody-the-poop-eater would gladly apply for that job.)
Woman #1: “I voted for the cat.”
Woman #2: “Yeah, but he doesn’t really do anything.”

People's Choice Poster (where I eavesdropped)

At that point, I realized we were in trouble. So I began to act like one of those sideline parent-turned-football coach, determined that my kid would win! I figured I’d probably bagged the votes of all of the cat lovers, so I devised a plan to capture as many dog lover votes as possible. I took Cheeto to the entrance of the event to greet all arriving guests. I handed out Cheeto’s trading card to anyone who stopped to pet him. I even pulled out freeze dried salmon treats and tried to get him to sit up and wave (like he did in this video here). I figured if dog people could see that a cat had a brain and could even be trained to do a trick, maybe they’d cross over to the dark side and vote for one. But Cheeto refused to wave. He just laid there like a fat cat, allowing votes to slip away. Ultimately, the time for the awards ceremony arrived and I was asked to bring Cheeto inside. I snapped a shot while he lay on the red carpet.

Cheeto Resting on the Red Carpet (waiting his turn)

When they called Cheeto’s name, I picked him up and he relaxed in my arms like a sack of potatoes. When he becomes limp like this, his back legs splay apart, his head hangs back, and he looks hysterical–similar to how he looks in this photo here:

I hammed it up on the red carpet by twirling (like a model) in a circle as I held limp-Cheeto. The audience laughed and I even stopped for a few people to take his photo. *** UPDATED FOOTAGE!! *** Click here to see YouTube footage of Cheeto’s presentation!  Before the presentation the event planner had asked all nominees, “If your pet were to come back as a famous person, who would he be?” and I answered “Because he is big and keeps me laughing all of the time, Cheeto would be Jackie Gleason.” At the podium, Cheeto received his plaque and an Olympic-style medal attached to a red, white, and blue ribbon that they draped around his neck (actually, its a cheap engraved pet tag, not a medal, but please don’t tell Cheeto). Afterwards, we waited another five minutes and they announced the overall winner of the People’s Choice Award. It wasn’t Cheeto. And it wasn’t even Tucker-the-poop-sniffer. No, it was a therapy dog named “Kitty Kitty,” given this name because she was born on April Fool’s Day.

We packed up and made the ferry just on time. Once on board, I had the brilliant idea to ask the ferry supervisor if I could brag about my cat who’d just won a Pet Hero Award. After showing him the award and letting him meet Cheeto, I was shocked that he actually handed me the microphone and said I could make the announcement myself. Seeing a YouTube moment, I asked my friend (she’d prefer to remain nameless, and you’ll see why when you watch the video) to videotape our next fun way to market Cheeto’s achievement. So I handed my cell phone to my friend to videotape me, grabbed that microphone, and told those passengers just how blessed they were to be traveling with a famous, award winning cat and how they could meet Cheeto (which some of them did). And here’s what my friend captured on film:

Nice. The only thing she captured was a 3 second clip of my back, my butt, and then her feet. And, yes, Cheeto didn’t get the People’s Choice Award. But at least I have a hero cat to sleep on my bed at night and a pretty new plaque for my wall. Life is too short to not brag about your famous cat!

Bebe: Peepless in Seattle

Every once in awhile, we work an amazing investigation here at Missing Pet Partnership. The “Bebe Case” is certainly shaping up to be one of those cases and one we’ll use in our program to train volunteer pet detectives nationwide. This cat did what most panicked cats do–they hide in silence (thus the “peepless in Seattle” title). We just did NOT expect that he’d remain invisible for so long. And while we captured Bebe, we are still working to get him HOME where he belongs! Here’s the scoop:

Bebe at Home (before his escape)

On November 4, 2011, the grandmother of Bebe-the-tabby cat was transporting him from northern Washington to live with his mother, Corri, who lives in Half Moon Bay (San Francisco), CA. During a late night stop at a Motel 6 in Tacoma, grandmother opened up Bebe’s carrier and he bolted! He was last seen running into the juniper bushes of a house in a residential area next to the motel on the S/W corner of S. 76th Street and S. Wilkenson Street. The grandmother searched, but she could not find Bebe. She was forced to continue with her move to California, heartbroken. Her daughter Corri called Missing Pet Partnership on November 8th and asked for our help. In most cases, we have a cat owner here in our town who we work side by side to help them search for their missing cat. But in this case, if our volunteers did not search for and find Bebe, we knew he would end up being absorbed into the feral/stray cat population.

It just so happened that when Corri called, MPP had a producer in town who was here to film our searches in order to develop a training video. The Bebe investigation seemed like a compelling yet EASY case to work because from the very beginning, we believed that Bebe was likely still hiding in the immediate area. That’s because after interviewing Corri, we determined that Bebe is a “Cautious Cat” and these cats typically hide in silence near the escape point and just do not travel far. We knew that with a little bit of time, some food, a wildlife camera, and then a humane trap, we could catch him and get him back home. HA!

So, Missing Pet Partnership responded with a group of volunteers and conducted an intersection alert, tagged our cars, and posted giant neon posters. We filmed all of this in anticipation of finding Bebe within a few days, perhaps a few weeks. In fact, in the case of Smokey, the other missing cat we searched for, we captured him in a humane trap one week after his escape (on Thanksgiving Day!).

But as the days turned into weeks, there was NO sign of Bebe. We put up feeding stations and wildlife cameras but NOTHING. We thought we had a cat that looked like him on camera in mid December, but it was not him. As January and February rolled around, I have to confess that I was losing hope because in all of that time we did not have one single confirmed sighting. But thankfully we had three committed volunteers (Chris Duvall, Annette Lanker, and Bob) who continued to put up signs, put out food, and check the wildlife camera (set up in the juniper bushes at a vacant house on the S/E corner of 76th & Wilkinson) several days a week.

Then, quite unexpectedly, Chris Duvall called me on March 8, 2012 to tell me, “Kat, I have a gray tabby that we caught on camera. I think it could be Bebe.” Well, as you probably guessed, I was skeptical. In spite of the fact that I continually PREACH to pet owners to “not lose hope” I had, in fact, lost hope! But as Chris and I examined the photos and compared the patterns of stripes and the patterns of white on the paws chest of the cat in the photo, we had no doubt in our minds that the cat caught on camera WAS BEBE!

First photo of tabby with white paws with markings that matched Bebe!

We immediately set in motion plans to set up a drop trap (at the vacant house) and to capture Bebe during a surveillance operation. We went out and set up the drop trap at the vacant house, set up the wildlife camera, and removed all food from the area. We wanted to make certain Bebe would go under the drop trap before we set up the operation. The next day, we pulled the camera and wah lah, there was Bebe (watch it on YouTube) going under our drop trap!

Bebe Under the Drop Trap!

So, get this, we go out there on Saturday (March 10th) in the afternoon just to set up our cameras and plan everything for the capture that we already had volunteers signed up to help with ON SUNDAY when suddenly someone said, “There he is!” Sure enough, Bebe was sitting across the street (at the house on the N/E corner of 76th & Wilkinson) grooming himself! We captured it on video, and it’s posted on YouTube here. Of course, when we moved, Bebe darted. So I snuck around the other side of the house and sure enough, he was right there. Bebe froze and when I took a step forward, he darted directly towards the hole and went under the house! We snapped a picture of the hidey-hole so that you could see the accumulation of cat hair fibers.

Bebe's home for 4 months (hole under house with accumulation of cat hair fibers)

We call this “high probability evidence” that we train pet detectives to look for when searching for a missing cat. It signifies this location (entrance under this house) is an entrance/exit point for a cat who repeatedly goes in and out from that space. We’d found Bebe’s new home–and it was just across the street from where he’d escaped 4 months before! Thankfully, the home owners (Brenda and her son Trey) were Bebe fans and agreed to let us set up our cameras and trap and operation in their yard, so we jumped into action. We moved the drop trap from the vacant house and set it up right outside the hidey-hole, set up a nanny camera right by the trap, ran an extension cord and hooked it to a TV monitor in a gazebo on the other side of the house, huddled up in silence and prepared to catch a cat. We taped a quick “set up” piece (watch on YouTube) with me sitting next to the TV monitor (which shows the drop trap) for the training video.

What happened next was completely unexpected (and a bit comical). Bebe came out of the hole, walked up to the drop trap but did not stay under it long enough, and then sauntered calmly within ten feet of us, froze in place, and stood there staring at six pet detectives who were trying to stay still and not breath! Needless to say, Bebe bolted and ran back under the house! It was dark already and we were unprepared to conduct a full stakeout, so after an hour of waiting with no cat, we decided that we’d continue the drop trap operation the next night as originally scheduled. But in the off chance that Bebe might go into a normal humane trap, we set one up and baited it with food. Well, we should’ve known that Bebe is just not your typical cat. Ten minutes after we all left, Bebe went into the humane trap! But, true to form with all our other camera malfunctions, we did not capture the actual capture on video! Instead, the wildlife camera recorded Bebe for 30 seconds as he ate food outside of the trap (watch here), then it kicked into the 60 second delay (which was during the point Bebe was captured and what we WANTED to get on video), and then it kicked in to record Bebe already in the trap. So much for capturing it on camera for a training video! I did shoot some video AFTER Bebe for the training video which you can watch here.

Throughout this investigation, we encountered the following obstacles: a very pregnant owner who lived in California and could not come search for her own cat, a cat that was displaced in known coyote territory, freezing temperatures that included three snow storms, New Years Eve fireworks, apathetic employees of nearby businesses (who refused to let us post signs), the theft of one of our digital wildlife cameras, one crabby neighbor who clearly hated our signs (and cats), a group of over zealous neighborhood watch volunteers who thought our posters were illegal (they were not) and ripped them down, a failed drop trap operation due to Bebe being smarter than our rescuers, flubbed up filming due to equipment failures, and then a lack of funds to get Bebe back home.

To give you perspective on the distance that Bebe traveled during the 4 months that he was “lost,” I snapped a photo (below) from the exact spot where Bebe escaped (which was on S. 76th Street across from the Motel 6).

You can see an intersection ahead (with a round-about-curby-thing in the middle to slow speeders and trip up drunk drivers). Bebe was last seen running into the bushes of the house on the right side of this photo by that telephone pole, he was captured on camera at the vacant house right behind that maroon van, and we was living under that split level green house (and was captured in the trap there) on the opposite corner. Focusing your search CLOSE to the escape point, using the proper tools, and having hope are key to recovering a skittish lost cat!

Bebe’s owner Corri was not able to fly from California to Seattle for a reunion. She had a newborn baby, a new job, and she did not have the funds to buy tickets for MPP volunteers to transport Bebe. Because Bebe already escaped during transport (escaped from a crate in a car) once before we did NOT want to transport him by vehicle. And since MPP had worked cases (like the search for Wenty at SeaTac airport) of cats that escape carriers when transported in cargo area of planes, our plan was to HAND DELIVER him to Corri in California by flying with him in cabin (with an MPP volunteer).

Bebe peaking around the corner of a crate lid that fell from the camera after he apparently bumped it!

We put out a plea for donations and managed to raise $350.00, but the money was not needed to pay for the transportation after all. That’s because an angel (Denise) who works for Alaska Airlines was able to arrange to use her benefits to fly with Bebe and our volunteer, Chris Duvall. They flew on standby, so the flight was actually cancelled twice and rescheduled. I REALLY wanted to be there, but ultimately I declined so that Denise and Chris would have a better chance of making the flight (with 2 people vs. 3).

Bebe with Corri back at home in Half Moon Bay

Bebe was reunited with Corri on April 5, 2012, exactly 5 months after his escape. Here is video of the reunion at the airport (thankfully Corri did not open the cat carrier until Bebe was home!). Bebe’s recovery was the cover story for the Half Moon Bay Review and Corri shared the Bebe story on a local (Bay area) pet talk show which you can listen to here.

We hope Bebe’s story will inspire cat owners to understand the behavior of displaced skittish cats, how lost cats can actually be closer than you think, that using the proper recovery techniques (wildlife cameras, humane traps, patience, and hope) are critical, and to never, never, NEVER give up hope!

MPP used the money raised for the Bebe case to purchase two digital wildlife cameras. If you’d like to support our efforts to recover more displaced cats like Bebe (we’ve already put the cameras to use for a displaced cat named “Timmy” in north Seattle), please consider making a donation via PayPal (click the yellow “PayPal donate” button at the top of MPP’s site) or you can send a check to “Missing Pet Partnership, P.O. Box 3085, Federal Way, WA 98063″. Please indicate that you’d like your donation to go towards “Bebe Wildlife Cameras.”

This recovery would not have been possible without the leadership of MPP volunteer Chris Duvall and the hardwork of Annette Lanker, Bob, Trey, Earl, and the other neighbors, and all of the other MPP volunteers who went out on this case during the various efforts to find him from November through March. GREAT JOB YOU GUYS!!! To say that I am very proud of you is an understatement!

 

Bebe back at home (on Corri's bed) in Half Moon Bay