My poor cat....

went on a little misadventure this morning. I woke up and heard a cat meowing repeatedly, but figured one of the cats was dragging a toy mouse or bottle cap around. Then I went downstairs with my laundry and none of the cats were meowing. I went back upstairs and hunted down the sound. Turns out my dad had accidentally locked my poor Tigger in the attic! I opened up the door and he was covered in dust and cobwebs. I cleaned off his whiskers and gave him a good cuddle. he kept looking back at the attic with either fear or disgust. I couldn't tell which.

The Holy Trinity

-Tig is on the bottom right.