Our morning looks a little like this. Furniture falling on top of the little stink. She saved herself by curling in a ball, covering her head, and hiding under the drawer that did not open because she was there. She is a survivor that only shed a few tears because of her pride (I really just pulled furniture over, wahoo!). I wish I knew this was the last time this was going to happen. I guess I need to figure out how to bolt the furniture to the wall. Yikes.