Common Problem

Something happens during the day, and I think, "Ooh! Gotta blog about that!"

Then I sit down to follow through, and promptly forget what it was I was so excited about.

But perhaps if I keep typing, I'll remember ...

Ah! Kermit did another Trash Can Leap on Monday.

And he found out that he can Climb Chairs. Or shimmy up them. Same thing, really. He was happy. I was nervous -- he moves fast, and the last thing I need is for him to get himself stuck somewhere inaccessible.

Backstory: my cat, Daffodil, when she was a kitten managed to climb the inside back wall of my vanity and get herself stuck in a junk drawer. She could've been there for hours, judging by how long she was missing before I found her. Kyle once lost a hamster in his room, didn't find him for days. (Or, should I say, the hamster found him. In the middle of the night. By climbing the sheets and biting him. Oh, Mariah Carey has nothing on the vocal range of a freaked-out 6-year-old boy!)