n the corner of my lounge is a small bookcase. It’s quite narrow, so I’ve got it on a slight angle, leaving just a small gap behind it (you can see where this is going already, can’t you?). A few minutes ago, I heard a scrabbling sound coming from the lounge… yep, from behind the bookcase, where Parsnips had jumped down to investigate the gap, and couldn’t get out again. It’s not a tall bookcase, but the gap is obviously narrow enough that she couldn’t position herself properly to jump, because she was just trying to reach up and pull herself up, but wasn’t getting any purchase on the smooth hardboard back of the bookcase. I ended up having to reach down and grab her by the scruff of the neck to pull her out (the bookcase is too heavy to move without emptying everything out of it first, which I really couldn’t be bothered doing). Needless to say, she was not impressed by the indignity of her rescue.
I’d like to think she’d have learnt a lesson from the experience about the hazards of investigating interesting small spaces, but I know she won’t have (in fact, I just heard a thump coming from the bedroom that sounded suspiciously like a cat jumping up somewhere she shouldn’t be…)
yep, they never learn. yet we love them anyway, go figure.