Poor Tharsis!

This morning I woke up to the kind of distressed meow that only a Siamese could make. It was a horrible, mournful noise. I rushed out of bed and found Jazz and Tharsis on opposite sides of the cat door. They had obviously been playing "I'm going to bat the door when you try to walk through it" game. Only this time Tharsis got his paw stuck in the door and was, in his mind, stuck (of course if he just went *through* the door instead of trying to pull back he'd have been fine, but hey, he's a cat and therefore has a brain the size of a walnut). Poor little guy didn't know what to do except call for help.

He's fine. He purred like an Evinrude once I rescued him from the "leg hold trap" and gave him wuzzles. Fuzzy little dufus...