Unfortunately for her she wasn't the sharpest tool in the box either (though that made her all the more endearing to me!). For most of her life we lived next to a marina in London, here...
..One night (about 11pm) during the summer Brrrrp was out and we heard an enormous racket outside, you know what cats sound like when they fight
, followed by an almighty splash, my OH looked at me and said "I think a cat fell in the marina...........I bet it was our cat who fell in the marina!". So we dashed outside and sure enough there she was in hanging on, for what appeared to be dear life, mewing this horrible 'help me' mew, to the chain round the edge! So OH jumped in after her......at which point Brrrrrp, fairly sure he was trying to drown her - why else would he jump in
, swam to one of the wooden supports of the walkway, climbed up it and ran to me, who was calling her at the other side of the GATE (oh yes) to the marina. While I took her inside showered her and then dried her, he had to climb out of the dock - cracking a rib in the process - and knock on boat windows til he found someone to open the gate for him, I'm not sure how he explained himbelf TBH
**I may add that I sobbed throughout this whole process because while I knew cats can swim I wasn't sure Brrrrps tiny cat brain did!! I also took her to a rather 'intrusive' vets appt the next day, worried she had swallowed Thames water...............Poor OH was left to find out if he was OK in due course despite the 'heroic rescue'
I do miss all our crazy adventures
ooh found another pic of her before she lost her yella belly (well its starting to go but still!)