We borrowed a walker from friends and she spends most of the day getting stuck in various places with it.
Like under the dining table. We go through this several times a day. “Help. I’m stuck under here and can’t figure out how to get out!” At least this time she didn’t crawl under the chairs, cage herself, and then yell at me like it was my idea.
“What’s going on, Mom? Why don’t you want a taste?”
Two baldies. This is classic Kitty. It’s like she forgets who is holding her, and so she has to take a hard look every now and then to make sure she’s okay with it.
“No way am I coming back out.”