Joseph: “Mom! The cat is in the couch.”
Me: “That’s ok, just let her play. She’ll get off when she wants.”
Joseph: “No, mom. The cat is *IN* [with emphasis] in the couch.”
Me: “You mean in the pillows, right?”
Joseph: “No, mom…. *IIIIINNNN* the couch.”
At that point, I got up and went to look. Sure enough, behind the white fabric hidden under the skirt, at the base of my couch are paws attempting to poke through.
Me: “Ron, the cat is in the couch.”
Ron: “Ok.”
Me: “No, the cat is *IN* the couch.”
Rn: “Ok… just leave her be, I’ll be down in a bit.”
Me: “No, you don’t understand… the cat is *INSIDE* the couch.”
A bit later, Ron came down and saw the same phenomenon that I did. And, just how did Boo get into the couch? The answer is not 100% known.
We used our hands to touch ever seam on the couch. All sealed. Even the area between the back of the couch and the seat of the couch… sealed. Then, I found one little hole… in the very very very corner between the arm, base and back of the couch.
Much like a bug catcher, it seemed feasible that the cat climbed in, but couldn’t get out. Ron ripped out the staples in the bottom of the couch to loosen the material and then we spent 15 minutes trying to entire the cat out. Nothing doing. So, Ron decided to leave. I guess that meant no more fun for Boo, so she slithered her way out. Stupid cat!! 🙂