Hahahahahahaha. Katy, that takes the cake. I've "rescued" cats from all sorts of places, but never from inside a refrigerator.
Liz,
I'll bet those two consider you to be their hero, (well, heroine, actually), after that rescue. LOL.
Years ago, after an uncle and aunt got to be well up in age, with a lot of health problems that prevented them from getting out much, (including hearing problems), they spent most of their time during the day sitting in rocking chairs, surrounded by several cats, while reading, watching TV, or just relaxing. One afternoon, they could hear a cat squalling, almost constantly. They commented on it, with the usual remarks, such as "Wonder what's wrong with that durn cat?", and kept on rocking. Eventually, after it started getting on their nerves, my aunt interrupted her knitting long enough to glance around, and she noticed that one of the cats had it's tail under one of the rockers of my uncle's chair. Every time he would rock back, the cat would squall again. Hahahahahahaha. Talk about a lazy cat. My uncle had to move his rocking chair, to stop the squalling.
Love,
Tex