The names have been changed to protect the innocent; let’s say they’re “Dennis” and “Marge.”
Marge came down the street and banged on my door; she said “Dennis needs your help, the cat’s trapped under the bed!”
OK…in an RV you simply lift the bed and let the cat out. But no… Dennis had installed a king-size bed and as part of the project had covered what had been walk-around space. And somewhere along the way Cat #1 hopped in that space.
How anyone could cover the space and not notice a huge orange-and-white cat is beyond me. But it was like the first scene of “The Tell-Tale Heart.”
By the time I got there Dennis was sitting there with the heavy mattress over his head trying to get the screws out of the top panel. I don’t know why people use a four-inch screw when a one-inch screw would do, but he’s already rounded off a couple of screw heads so that panel wasn’t coming off. I noticed that the end panel could be removed and got those screws out, probably because I didn’t have a heavy mattress on my head.
A few minutes later and the cat’s out.
While Dennis was reinstalling the end panel he told Marge to count the critters. “One dog, second dog, one cat…um….
We looked around, searched under furniture for eyeballs..no cat. There’s only one place Cat #2 could be.