Loving the cat theme, this is a repeat so forgive me for boring some of you twice.
Many moons ago I was a police officer stationed in a rural area. Towards the end of a relatively quite shift, my radio crackled into life ,repeating my call sign.
Call sign acknowledged, details of a call for service dispatched.
" Caller concerned for neighbour, elderly man on route to hospital from ......... location. Ralph , resides at home address, Caller distressed Ralph does not know, request relay message, he never goes out, door is locked. confirmed information... Ralph does not have a key? and no local keyholder identified. "
On arrival I met with a tearful neighbour who blurted out "Fat Ralph is in the house, he won't be able to get out"
I thought calling your neighbour Fat Ralph was a little unkind but forgave him as he seemed genuinely concerned.
I looked through the windows no sign of a large man. The door was locked, no reply. "you say he never goes out?" "No, he's always been scared of going out " I thought to myself poor Ralph he clearly has mental health issues.
Radio crackled " Update ....hospital contacted, no keys located , patient now unresponsive previously distressed repeating Ralph, Ralph , staff unable to confirm relationship".
I contacted a colleague with an aptitude for gaining entry after checking all windows secure, doors locked. Police have the authority to gain access to property 'to save life or limb'
After a couple of times ramming the door it flew open. I shouted " Ralph it's the Police, its ok we are here to help" no reply and we began a search of the house, to no avail.
Under the dining room table was a large ginger cat ears pinned back with fear in his eyes......."bloody hell ! , Ralph is a cat !, "
My colleague was not a happy bunny..and kept repeating" not paying for the damage, you are" before driving off.
I picked up Fat Ralph and placed him into the front passenger seat and ordered a boarding up company to secure the premises via the control room adding "update to follow"
The neighbour said " will you look after Fat Ralph love and let ....... know he's ok?" through somewhat gritted teeth I managed to squeak out "yes" before returning to the station.
Fat Ralph remained calm throughout the journey and I was relieved he was not stressed as I imagined an opening of his bowels would create one hell of a mess, the size of the thing!!
I finally summoned the courage to contact control room "Ralph located safe and well, um...er ....would you contact the hospital to inform .... his cat Fat Ralph is being looked after until he is well enough to return home" sounds of laughter in the background.
On returning to the station I saw my Sgt. "Sarge, is it ok to take some time off, theres only an hour before the end of my shift and I really need to get home," I blurted out a white lie and Sarge agreed that I was able to go off duty.
Unfortunately for me, as I was carrying Fat Ralph and placing him into my car I heard the sound of footsteps in the car park. My Sgt was shaking his head . As I started to explain he just said " PC ...., I really don't want to know"
The son of the property owner was happy to pay for the damage repair despite being told he was not required to do so. He lived some distance away and was grateful that his father on regaining consciousness before he died had been reassured Ralph was being taken care of.
Ralph lived with me for many years.
At annual reunions we still laugh about Fat Ralph and other 'mistakes' mostly I am ashamed to say, seem to involve my presence.