Yesterday we got a pair of kittens. For their first few days here in the house we’re keeping them in the downstairs bathroom which is small, warm, and we thought to be pretty kitten-proof.

While watching some TV after the depressing Seahawks loss I  went down to visit with the kitties.

I found Frank on top of the shower surround down there. He was stuck and mewing at me. I’m (and I guess he’s) lucky that I went down just then. It took me a while of looking around the room for the source of the squeaks before I looked up.

This puts a new light on the whole prospect of kitten-proofing thing. I never would have imagined that a cat would wind up stuck up there.

/sigh/