I woke up this morning to DD yelling from her room down the hallway. She yells once, and listens to see if I'm up and moving, then yells again. I tend to drift back to sleep in between her yells, so she yells a little louder and a little longer. I begin to regain conscienceness, and hear my no-name kitten meowing, almost pleading. I realize that she isn't sleeping on my feet like she usually does. She's calling to me from somewhere down the hallway. I assume she's in DD's crib, calling to me to come get them. I sigh, and roll out of my moutain-high bed that you would need a step-ladder to get in and out of if you're on the short side. Stumbling into the bathroom, I notice that the kitten's pleading is coming from somewhere in this room. There are several ways for my pets to get under the tub, when Caboose is out, I have to block off all these entrances because he will either fall asleep in there(and end up stinking to high heavan) or find some hole down there for him to get outside. I assumed the cat wouldn't be interested in venturing into these areas, boy was I wrong. At this point I'm thinking she found her way under the tub, and just needs me to call to her from one of these "portals to the dark place" to find her way out. I use the toilet, and go to the sink to get a drink of water, and realize her meowing, which is now getting on my nerves, is coming from below my feet. I glance down, and what do I find? My cat is under the floor vent........one of her paws and her tiny nose are sticking up through the slits. I grab DD, retrieve the drill, and set to unscrewing the vent. One of the screw holes is stripped, so it doesn't want to come unscrewed. I haven't had my morning coffee, and I'm having to rescue a cat from inside a heat register while my 11 month old daughter thinks it's hilarous and is trying to play with the kitten while it's still stuck. I unscrew the other side, and pull that half up, and out comes the kitten. Cat and child are reunited. Isn't living in a trailor the best???