But with Strombeek, nothing is ever so simple.
Louie assesses the situation. The coast is clear. Strombeek sulks in the background. She swears she doesn't fit. I tell her to just try, but she assures me there is no possible way.
Louie goes in after the kibble.
He sits inside and eats. Success!
Or so I think for the next two mornings when the kibble I placed in the castle each night is gone. But whose back end is that?
Strombeek's looked pretty much the same when I caught her in there later that afternoon.
I then tried reattaching a portion of the right side of the drawbridge as well. But she still managed to fit herself inside!
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