Hickory Dickory Doll
The cat ran up the wall
Then saw his error
And screeched in terror
When he couldn't get down at all.
Our current domicile is cheap and poorly constructed, and the laundry closet has a hole in the wall. A hole that is accessible to a cat willing to scramble up my heap of boxes and claw through the cardboard over the hole. A hole that is extremely enticing to a young, healthy cat who has had no entertainment because one human is off at the opera and the other is sick and forgot to lock the child-proof locks on the laundry closet doors. A hole that is irresistible! Until he gets up in the ceiling joists and discovers he can't get down. Whereupon he wails and wails and wails until his human can coax him down by holding a sheet of cardboard up the hole for a landing-spot.
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