I accidentally discovered the easiest way to get Captain out of the
underside of our sofa. This is easily accessible to the CATS from the back
of the sofa, but jolly well impossible for DH and me to get at. The sofa
has built-in recliners on either end, so the only way to get underneath it
is from the back, not the front.

Scenario: I am stretched out at one end of the sofa. Stanley is curled up
napping at the other end.

Suddenly I feel little paws poking at the underside of the seat cushion.
Stanley was accounted for, so the cat-paw-induced version of Bed Mice must
have been caused by Captain's exploring under the sofa.

Instead of having a fit, demonstrating to Captain that going under the
sofa will get him LOTS of attention, I just leaned over to the other end
of the sofa where Stanley was snoozing. "There's my little boy! Let me
give him skritches."

[skritch skritch skritch]
[PURRRRRpurrrrrPURRRRRpurrrr...]

Captain could hear that somekitty other than HIM was getting fussed over.
Oh, no. That would never do. Out he came from under the sofa in a matter
of *seconds*. He came out behind the sofa and leaped up to the top of the
sofa back, mrrrrping for attention.

I got to dote on one of my cats, AND got the other one to come out from
inside the sofa all on his own. I'd say that worked out well. :o)

Donna and the attention sponges known as Captain and Stanley