Ususally it takes full body armour to get a cat in a crate!

This morning I was getting a cage ready to go pick up Greta's sister Poppy - I left the crate in the kitchen to fill a bowl with rat food and when I came back someone had decided that it would make an excellent cat bed!!


Hey, is this my new house? I like it! 

I could not get Whisky to come out of the cage!


I like it in here, I'm not coming out! 

Finally - the only way I could entice him to come out so that I could go to work was to entice him out with some of my dehydrated liver...


Wait, you got liver? I might get up for that...