I’ve mentioned about Weeny Bean somehow sliding the wardrobe door open in our bedroom and climbing right on in, but Mr Bum has discovered his own Narnia.
After putting all the bedding away last night I made sure the wardrobe door was shut, and with both buns in the bedroom and NOT the wardrobe (i even fed them runner beans so I know they hadn’t snuck in). Being knackered I had an early night and whilst the Bean had her lengthy head & ear rub I could hear Brian Bum chewing away to his hearts content in his cardboard house and digging at the edge of the carpet by the wardrobe door. Had a surprisingly quiet night which I thought odd as soon as I woke up this morning (the night before was endless chewing of cardboard, and tearing the boxes apart layer by layer) "Where’s the hell is Brian", I said as I looked under the bed, in his litter box, behind the cage in case he’d somehow squeezed his bulk into an inch gap, i looked in the front door of their playhouse, even the boyfriend got on his hands and knees and peered in through the windows. Mr Bum was no where to be seen, he couldn’t be heard either. At this point my heart almost stopped, and it would have done had it not been for Weeny Bean barging her way past my derriere.
Then the boyfriend opened the wardrobe door (I told him not to be so ridiculous as both doors were still firmly closed so Bum couldn’t have got in), …..and who should appear all pleased with himself, plonk himself down in front of me, and look up right into my eyes before turning and heading straight back to the wardrobe to play with the dressing gown tie dangling down (like a cat leaping up for a bit of string).
I have NO idea how he did it, it even entered my head for a split second that he’d managed to tunnel his way under!