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| Freed Chuck |
When I arrived home after work, the hubby said both Angel and Chuck were sleeping upstairs; Angel under my old wool sweater draped on a chair, and Chuck in his favorite box covered with a blanket. Just as we finished dinner, I heard a knocking noise, and thought the neighbor's were working on their house next door. However, a peek outside proved that no one was moving around. I heard a scrambling sound, and a faint meowing. I launched myself upstairs, and opened all the rooms and looked under the beds. Found Angel, but I could not find Chuck. I came downstairs again, and heard some more noises. Up I went again, and this time I found him. He had slipped into the coat closet, and couldn't get the door open once the hubby had closed it tight. The hubby was very, VERY apologetic, and once Chuck was sprung from his couple-hour-long imprisonment (with the vacuum cleaner accessories), he didn't seem the worse for wear.
Moral of the story: ALWAYS do a cat check!
