Belle provides such comic relief. I left her alone, playing on my very high bed, while I disappeared into the bathroom down the hall. I heard a cry halfway through my business. Certain she wasn't in distress, I took my time and finished. Belle was still crying when I reached the door. I soon knew why. Belle had gotten stuck on the ledge of the bed in her attempt to back off the bed and onto the floor. I couldn't stop laughing. Belle is the short stick. I "rescued" her and put her back at the breast, where she is now.