Ever since Zoe discovered she could get up into the loft and back down again all by her big-girl self (yes, she has mastered the cat ladder I could never get Click to look at), she’s been using the whole cabin as her own personal jungle gym. No problem, that was what I intended for Click. But we moved in just in time for Click to decide it was time to be fat and old.
But all concepts can be taken too far, and Zoe is just the brat to do it. Spent the morning digging and laying out blocks for the coop/garden foundation. Came in for a late lunch. Just finishing up and playing on the ‘pooter, I heard the usual “Hey, come and rescue me” mewing.
Took the picture, then practically flung the camera aside as I dashed across to save my kerosene lamp. Just made it, too.