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I'll ALWAYS Find a Way

So my dear readers know about my furnace tube chewing and subsequent banishment from the basement. Since then, I have been allowed "supervised" visits down to the basement whenever Dad goes down to work.

Dad swats at me whenever I go near the furnace so I knew there was no way I could chew the water tubes coming out of the furnace again.

What to do? What to do? Ever the problem solver, I stared at the tube and realized it climbed, up, up , up until it attached to the rafter and continued across the room.

JACKPOT! I deftly leapt up the shelving and from my perch on the top shelf I can easily access the tube of water for at least six feet!

I began to chew to my hearts content and Dad was none the wiser.

That is, until today. He reached up to get a box off the top shelf and noticed water on the top. OH NO! I thought to myself. THE JIG IS UP!

Sure enough, he put two and two together and I am now my supervised visits to the basement may now cease.

At least I got to watch Dad struggle to repair the tube from the top of the ladder....