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I pulled down the ladder and climbed into the attic to perform a small task. I carefully stepped across the joists. When I turned to egress, I saw that three-year-old Little Dorrit had followed me up the ladder. Before I could reach her, she bounded from the safe platform onto the sea of blown-in insulation. From the window of an airliner, we may step out upon the clouds, right?
Little Dorrit completely disappeared. I could see her tunneling beneath that terrible stuff. She must have bumped into a joist because she came up and perched. I hope I never hear one of my cats scream like that again. I wonder who was more frightened.
I was able to grab her. Little Dorrit loves to be scratched, but she does not like to be picked up.
I try not to inhale that insulation stuff. She must have experienced a lung-full. We are both back where we ought to be. It did not seem to stick to her fur. She's OK.
I won't allow this to happen again.
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Little Dorrit completely disappeared. I could see her tunneling beneath that terrible stuff. She must have bumped into a joist because she came up and perched. I hope I never hear one of my cats scream like that again. I wonder who was more frightened.
I was able to grab her. Little Dorrit loves to be scratched, but she does not like to be picked up.
I try not to inhale that insulation stuff. She must have experienced a lung-full. We are both back where we ought to be. It did not seem to stick to her fur. She's OK.
I won't allow this to happen again.
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
