Ringo’s suddenly acquired a knack for getting locked in rooms and closets. Over the weekend he managed to get himself locked in the bedroom. Fortunately, he didn’t make a mess anywhere in the room. Unfortunately, he ripped up a pretty good patch of carpet. I would rather have had him pee all over the place. Cheaper to clean up.
Then this morning, I got the iron and ironing board out of the linen closet to iron a shirt, and somehow he got himself locked in the closet. I got home and went to put the board away, and poor baby was huddled on a shelf, mewing pathetically. Poor little sweetie.