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I have, in my room, a tall narrow box from a tower fan, which stores a small artificial Christmas tree (branches collapsed like an inverse umbrella); the tree is taller than the box by a few inches, and there is a hat perched on top.
Monkey, darling ridiculous fuzzbutt that she is, decided it would be awesome to climb inside.
And then got momentarily stuck, with just her tail sticking up above the tip of the tree.
And then proved that cats can in fact levitate when they need to.
(You know the cartoon effect of toast sproinging out of toaster when done? Like that.)
She doesn't seem hurt, although I'm going to keep an eye out for any issues (going face first into artificial pine tree can't be pleasant); I think it was mainly her pride and dignify that suffered. And I couldn't stop laughing for about five minutes. Because, oh, caaat, ilu.
Monkey, darling ridiculous fuzzbutt that she is, decided it would be awesome to climb inside.
And then got momentarily stuck, with just her tail sticking up above the tip of the tree.
And then proved that cats can in fact levitate when they need to.
(You know the cartoon effect of toast sproinging out of toaster when done? Like that.)
She doesn't seem hurt, although I'm going to keep an eye out for any issues (going face first into artificial pine tree can't be pleasant); I think it was mainly her pride and dignify that suffered. And I couldn't stop laughing for about five minutes. Because, oh, caaat, ilu.