Well how could I resist taking these photos?? I heard Bronte crying and turned around to see that she was stuck head first in the cats tunnel. The camera was right on the kitchen table beside the tunnel so I had to snap a few shots. There was no way she could have hurt herself and once she got her head out she soon stoped crying. She was more frustrated than upset. But it was funny a both Adrian and I had a good laugh. So does this make me a bad mother?? Or a very keen scrapper??