I have a 7 foot bookcase filled to the brim with My Little Pony's, DVD's, Porcelein dolls, books, and CD's. Simba likes to jump on top of it, and sleep up there, even though I don't like him to do it. Anyway, about 3am I heard something fall, went to look and see what it was. I hear this scratch sound, and I start calling for Simba because I see the other cats. The more I am calling, the more I hear the scratching and thumping behind the bookcase.
I started freaking out, and tried to move it away from the wall, which I couldn't do. I'm barely 5 feet tall, and pretty small, plus I have a bad hip, which makes it hard for me to do anything physical like that. Suddenly, he's crying, and scratching, and I can tell he's freaking out. The only way I could even think about moving that bookcase would be if I took everything out of it. So, like a lunatic. I start throwing things out of the bookcase all over everywhere, Hundreds of DVD's, Pony's, Books, and CD's are scattered all over, until it there was a pile about half way up to my knee's. Thank God I didn't have to toss the Porcelien dolls down, or I probably would have broken them. Anyway by that time, I was finally able to move the bookcase a little bit and Simba was able to squeeze out. After that I just sat there crying and shaking, and so grateful that my little boy didn't hurt himself.
It is now 8am and I'm still cleaning up the mess, I made. But my little Simba is OK. I didn't get any sleep all night long though.
I started freaking out, and tried to move it away from the wall, which I couldn't do. I'm barely 5 feet tall, and pretty small, plus I have a bad hip, which makes it hard for me to do anything physical like that. Suddenly, he's crying, and scratching, and I can tell he's freaking out. The only way I could even think about moving that bookcase would be if I took everything out of it. So, like a lunatic. I start throwing things out of the bookcase all over everywhere, Hundreds of DVD's, Pony's, Books, and CD's are scattered all over, until it there was a pile about half way up to my knee's. Thank God I didn't have to toss the Porcelien dolls down, or I probably would have broken them. Anyway by that time, I was finally able to move the bookcase a little bit and Simba was able to squeeze out. After that I just sat there crying and shaking, and so grateful that my little boy didn't hurt himself.
It is now 8am and I'm still cleaning up the mess, I made. But my little Simba is OK. I didn't get any sleep all night long though.