Good morning! We have a conundrum here at Chez Whiskeratti.
So the Lady asked me to see if I could help....
Two days ago a noisy stranger showed up and scared my bestie Toby ... wait.... whispers... ok,
Toby was really
checking security upstairs, he wasn't scared at all
. Anyway, when Mom went looking for him, she found him where he shouldn't have been.
This lovely lady is Chloe, of The Secret Life of Pets fame. She graciously agreed to create a dramatic re-enactment of where Toby was found. (We're lucky to have her, she's quite the talented actress!). "Save it green boy, I'm just here for the cream puffs".
Toby, being the brilliant (and motivated) feline he is, neatly bypassed the first two stair blockades,
but he couldn't manage to actually get into the attic itself. So he perched here.
Until the Lady dragged him down and - this is where the problem arises -
shut the bedroom door entirely. Now nobody can get in.
Not while it's brutally hot. We can't risk another Medical Adventure.
And this is really ticking off the Princess, she of the snout smacking tendencies.
She can't go in and lounge on the bed as she loves to do. So she's mad at my bestie.
And my boy Toby isn't happy about being denied access either.
On the plus side.... I think Chloe kinda likes me!
Hmm... I could like you a whole lot more if you ordered me a pizza...