JJ finally remembered that a) he is a cat and b) cats can jump. My ersatz gate is no longer working…nor would, I fear, any gate of a bearable size.
So now he’s in the doghousecrate.
Tomorrow, he’s off for a visit to and a few days’ stay at the vet. Maybe in the meantime Viola will remember what it means to be in charge. She does, after all, have as large a working set as the two boys; she used to know it.
“When she lets me out…”