So my roommate Katie has this cat named Jibbles. She got him when he was six or eight weeks old, and we've had fun with him as he's grown up. Like any cat, he loves getting into funny spaces. Today, Katie, Kale, Jessie, Tim, and I went out to Boston Pizza for dinner. When we came back--no Jibbles. Couldn't find him. He wasn't in any of the rooms. I was so afraid that I'd accidentally let him outside before we went out, since I was the last person through the door. We found him, though. Where was he? He was in the ceiling. Where one of the water pipes goes up, it doesn't fit precisely, and there are those ceiling tiles in the basement like in schools. H
e climbed up the PVC piping, squeezed up into the ceiling, and made one of the ceiling tiles fall out. We found him peering down at us over the edge. After a five minute struggle of him clinging to the ceiling tile and wires, we got him down, all dusty and smelly.
This picture is
like Jibbles' predicament, only without a ceiling tile, and less cute. Jibbles is very cute.
So that was the cat adventure of today.
e climbed up the PVC piping, squeezed up into the ceiling, and made one of the ceiling tiles fall out. We found him peering down at us over the edge. After a five minute struggle of him clinging to the ceiling tile and wires, we got him down, all dusty and smelly.