I was ready to tear the air vents apart last week.
I kept hearing a cat in the air vent.
It wasn’t constant, but it was often. I checked the kitchen air vent, but I couldn’t see anything. An hour later, I was cleaning my bedroom, and the sound of a cat’s meow was echoing through the air vent again. It sounded like the cat was getting deeper into the ductwork, and I didn’t know where it would end up. The cat was my daughter’s, and she loved that little monster. If something happened to it, she would never forgive me. I walked into the bathroom, and I heard the cat again. I couldn’t figure out how the cat got into the ductwork, but I was certain that is what was going on. I called the HVAC company and told them I had a cat in my ductwork. I wanted it taken out, but I didn’t want it injured. It took them an hour to get the HVAC technician to the house. When he arrived, I had him stand by the air vent until we heard the sound again. He looked puzzled. He said he heard the cat, but he couldn’t believe it. He was opening all the air vents and putting food in front of them, to lure the cat out of the ductwork. We got to the last air vent in the living room, and the HVAC tech quietly called me over. He found my son’s walkie talkie inside, and it was turned on. I silently went up to his bedroom. He had his walkie talkie on and he was trying to get the cat to meow, and my daughter was giggling.