The mumster worked late tonight. When she got home she heard me crying in the bedroom. Crying you ask? What was wrong? Well you see - when I get stressed I jump up and usually hide under the quilts. Somehow tonight I got up under the duvet cover and got stuck at the top of the bed, unable to get out. Mum does wonder how many hours I had been stuck there. I was glad to get out and get my feast eaten.