Trapped... at 3 a.m.

What were you doing at 3 a.m.? We were doing this:

 

A crash woke us from a dead sleep, and I told Brad to go make sure everything was OK with the 6-month-old kitten we've had about three weeks. 

Poor Brad was in a stupor and not making much sense, especially to my 3 a.m. mind. He couldn't find the cat, and he kept saying he couldn't open his office door. "What do you mean, you can't open the door??" "I can't open the door." I thought he'd gone 'round the bend!

Well, we keep a folding chair behind the door in the office. The cat knocked it over and wedged it between the wall and the door. She was stuck inside, and we absolutely couldn't open the door.

Brad went outside to see if he could peek in the window and see what was going on. But... the blinds were closed.

So we got out the yard sticks and felt around, deciding the chair must be in this position:

We didn't have a lot of options: bust out the window or bust down the door. Brad turned on his engineer mind and brainstormed mechanical solutions. Here's what he came up with:  

He stuck our Big Agnes sleeping pad under the door and started to inflate it. A couple minutes later, it shoved up the chair just enough:

I figured the cat would come streaking out, but she just stood there ready to play!

The problem (yes, Brad painted his office walls neon green!):

Brad wanted you all to see how it worked:

That, right there, is genius! It's so nice to have an engineer in the family :)

The cat was so excited to see us up and at 'em at 3 a.m. Play time!

 Good times :)