You’re just too good to be true

Heavens. What a man.

So on Friday night he stood at the foot of the escalator and said on you go... I’ll stand behind you; just in case.

Today, as we headed for a stair well, he changed position and manoeuvred me to the inside of the stairwell, and walked just in front of me.

It’s the little things. He obviously thinks I’m a danger to myself and is out to protect me from myself.

This instance? He was upstairs. I shouted twice as I stood in the hallway... is the cat crying?

I knew the cat was crying I could hear her. I couldn’t find her tho!

He came down, and we shouted ‘Bean’....

Queue.... pitiful meowing.

‘bean’. Meowwwww’

I opened the washing machine door. Nothing. I looked behind the washing machine.

More frantic meowing

I opened the pot drawer. No cat.

I opened the dishwasher. No cat.

He opened the bin drawer ... no cat.

We looked down the back.... no cat.

We opened a small drawer... no cat.

We pulled out veg rack.... no cat

He lay on the floor and laughed ....

A little paw was sticking out from the top of the kick board under the sink.

He had to unscrew it to get her out.

While he was emptying the bins,
She must have jumped in the drawer and then squeezed down the back and under the units!


Crazy cat