Unfortunately, words cannot describe the expression on my face when I turned from my lesson planning to see why Bonita was chirping behind me and found her almost at the top of my collapsible laundry rack, balancing on one of the ¼-inch horizontal dowels and looking confused (as usual) but rather pleased with herself. I waited for the inevitable moment: the floppy descent, from one dowel to the next, was very Slinky™-like.
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