Found our (formerly) male cat, Oz, sitting on the table yesterday. Kept shooing him off, he would return. I didn't put too much into it. Made breakfast, and went to throw something away. Out pops Ruby, the other cat. She had jumped into the open trash container cabinet and it closed on her. Guess Oz is no Lassie.
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