On a random day in December, the ceiling at work meowed, instantly turning a normal work shift into a rescue mission. The team couldn't ignore the sound. After a lot of very determined problem-solving and some definitely correct ladder usage, it became clear that kittens were trapped above the ceiling and needed help.
Half the shop was dragged around, and for two hours people squeezed into spaces humans were never meant to fit. Eventually, three tiny kittens were pulled from the insulation batting. Their feral mother had already been trapped, rescues were full, and the pound had a waitlist. With barely opened eyes and folded ears, the kittens crawled straight into the warmth of a shirt, hiding from the bright lights and the world.
The rescuer set alarms every two hours, and the kittens went everywhere. Every milestone was witnessed from first wobbly steps, first grooming attempts, first play, first food, and first litter box success.
Now 4–5 weeks old, the kittens are thriving. Onyx went to family, while Lunar and Catherine the Great remain, at least for now. Despite a home already full of animals, space was made anyway. Sometimes love doesn't arrive quietly. Sometimes it meows from the ceiling.



