Stuck

I know it's probably not a good thing, but Princess Rufflebutt is at the age when she cries a lot for nothing and we don't always rush to her aid. Most of the time she's just tired or bored and wants to be held. You can tell the cries when she's really in trouble and we're immediately there to help her. But the other cry, the aimless wailing and moaning, that usually goes unheeded and after a few minutes she finds something to occupy herself anyway. It was one of those cries I heard the other day coming from the kitchen. I was busy with something so I let her go on squawking the way she was. Finally I wandered into the kitchen and saw this: