henry the still-fat cat actually got himself under there, losing his tube stopper (a qtip fits, luckily), and removing his tshirt.
i won't even go into how i got him out. it wasn't pretty and he's lucky the tshirt wasn't completely off.
i blocked up the whole of under the bed, but then i shut my door so he can't get in. i so do not want to go through that again. i still have to put my bed back together.
so now he's fed and sleeping sulkily in front of my bedroom door.
he also used the litterbox. on his own. yay!
oh, drat, time to feed him. i almost just typed through it.