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Boomer-You-Idiot

Boomer's full name is Boomerang, Fool of a Took, Cat of Little Brain, Meatloaf-in-Training. He has earned that name honestly.


debg is visiting this weekend, staying on the pull-out sofa. We've only just settled in for the night when I hear her say "um, we have a problem..."

The problem was that Boomer had jumped onto the sofabed with Deb...and promptly slithered between the back of the sofa and the mattress, trapping himself UNDER the sofa.

And because he is both Cat of Size and Cat of Little Brain, he couldn't quite manage to get back out the way he came (which, in fairness, would have required squeezing himself up, without anything to grab onto).

We had to move the credenza and lift a corner of the sofa to get him out. At which point he apparently sat down and stared at us a half-minute before deciding to saunter out.

After we'd replaced the sofa, he turned and looked at the sofa consideringly, as though trying to figure out how he'd a) gotten in, b) gotten out, and c) could do that again.

Idiot cat.



(the fact that he was terribly tummy-sick this morning makes me less inclined to mock him tonight. But he is an idiot)