Sunday, December 30, 2007
I came home from work last night to find Arthur's look-out chair (where he usually sits all day) pushed about five feet away from the window. What happened?
At first I thought maybe he'd fallen off (he sometimes stands with his front paws on the sill for a higher vantage point) and the chair somehow got kicked backward, but the logistics of that scenario seemed a bit far fetched. The chair was pretty far back.
But then I saw the fistful of fur stuck between the wooden slats and realized he'd gotten stuck and PULLED the chair across the room trying to get free.
Poor guy. It was a big chunk. I couldn't find a bald spot, but I'm sure it's there somewhere.