Pixie

Pixie is having quite a week.

Today I popped upstairs after working downstairs for a couple of hours - only to hear a very indignant meow. She was locked in a wardrobe.

A couple of days ago she came in very vocally. When checking it out we realised she’d brought ‘friend’ in with her and it’d run under the fridge. Everything stopped whilst we caught and ejected it.

Then a couple of days earlier, she’d managed to get herself locked out of the utility room and thought the dogs bed made a great alternative litter tray!

All this from a placid 8 year old cat that we don’t know we’ve got most of the time