I don't think I ever told you this story. About three months ago, when I was still a baby kitten, I was playing in the back yard one night and I climbed up on the water tanks. They are about 2 metres tall, and there are two tanks joined together. I like to get up there because I am closer to the birds.
Anyway, this particular night it was raining, but I didn't let that stop me. I was up there playing, but then I FELL down between the two tanks! I got stuck at the bottom of a very deep hole, and I couldn't get out! Dad came outside to look for me because it was bed time, but he couldn't find me, and thought maybe I had come back inside when he wasn't looking. So he went back inside and was calling me and calling me, but I was outside, stuck. Eventually he came back outside and was calling me and calling me, and this time he came right around the back near the tanks, and heard me cry.
Dad had to climb on top of the tanks and try to find me! By this time it was past 10pm and raining a lot. He ran back inside and got a torch and some rope and a towel to try and scoop me up. Huffle and mum came out too, I think Huffle may have been laughing at me.
Mum eventually made one of those dog-catcher stick things - you know, a long stick with a loop on the end that you can tighten around the neck - and dad stuck it down the hole and caught me, then had to drag me up by the throat!
It was not good fun but luckily I survived. I was very wet and a little bit cold but mum had some fluffy towels to dry me off.
The next day dad went and bought this stuff and covered over the holes between the tanks.
He really knows how to ruin my good time. But don't worry, I was back up on the tanks the next day!