Dreadful event 1: Mr. Waffle’s bike was stolen from the back garden. To do this, the thieves had to toss it over an eight foot gate. It’s a big bike and it has a child seat. Mr. Waffle is bereft. I will be locking the back door more carefully. And, yes, we will be getting a shed.
Dreadful event 2: When we went to bed last night, we heard the cat mewing pitifully. An exhaustive search of the premises revealed that she was trapped in a drawer in the boys’ room. The idiot cat likes to climb into small spaces and one of us had accidentally shut her in while she was sleeping peacefully on the boys’ trousers. I can see this leading to difficulties in future. The cat was most reproachful and we were guilt-ridden.
On the plus side, the roof no longer leaks.
I have three cats. Some years ago, I accidentally shut one of them up in the hall closet for almost 18 hours once. The poor darling tried to dig his way out and cut his front paw pads horribly on the nail points of the tack strip that holds the edges of the carpet join at the threshold. I was horrified and distraught that I had been so carelessly cruel to him albeit unintentionally. Thankfully his poor little paws healed without incident. I have understandably become quite compulsive about counting heads, especially when I’m going out, and if I haven’t seen one recently, I must go search until I find the one that’s gone missing. As you’ve learned, they will get into the oddest places. Might be a good object lesson for the children that once you’ve gotten what you want from the drawer, you should close it immediately.
Oh no, sorry to hear about the bike… not nice having them come right into the back garden like that.
WOL, good lesson for so m any reasons…
TM, no, not really. Still Mr. Waffle will get his shed out of it…