I feel like I’ve been overdoing the cat blogs lately, but then again with four cats I’m overdoing the whole cat thing, so I guess it follows suit.
We’ve not had a TV in our room for a couple of years now, but since I’ve been sick a lot lately we set one up again and good old Dan sprung for another satellite box and everything. So suddenly the cats had access to a very exciting TV cabinet that had been closed up for a long time. We knew that they would jump behind there, and possibly even get stuck, because it happened with our last batch of cats.
Dan ended up cutting out a hole in the back of the bottom of the cabinet so stuck kitties could escape.
Sure enough, Helen goes flying back there one morning. I hear her pawing around. See her head pop up. She makes attempt #1 of 483 lame tries to leap back up out of the cabinet, succeeds only in bashing her head against the wood shelf.
I open the bottom of the cabinet to see why she isn’t climbing through the hole and it is immediately apparent that although the hole is big, it’s not Helen size. I mean, so few things really are. Now Helen is meowing up a storm and I don’t know if she’s caught on cables and stuff or what, and I have no choice but to call Dan, who then uses his lunch hour to dash home and somehow lean all the way back there and grab her and yank her out. Where she promptly stretches, yawns, and strolls away. Ingrate!
So when Dan got home that night, out came the saw. He enlarged the hole so even Helen can fit through if necessary. For now.