So, we really don’t want to make this a website about the cat–though we could because our cat is evil incarnate and the stories really are endless.  But we recently made a little change that has proven so distressing to the feline of the house that it may take weeks to recover and that? Is worth writing about.

As we’ve mentioned , ever since we moved the cat has enjoyed spending quality time in the trusses between the first and second floors.  Even after we put up all the drywall on the ceiling, reducing the impression that we were living our lives beneath the watchful gaze of a panther, the cat insisted on spending hours in-between the floors in her own private Eden.  She could get in there because we hadn’t installed a critical piece of drywall by the stairs.

We did that this weekend.

First, we had to get her out of there:

Hey guys, what’s up?  I heard the seductive rattle of kibble hitting my bowl.  Is it snack time?  Why are you looking at me like that?  Hey!  Let go!  Put me back up there!  What are you doing?  Why are you shutting me in the bathroom?  Let me out!

After getting the piece of drywall secured, we let her back out of the bathroom.  That’s when the fun began.

There was confusion:

Wha…?  What happened?

There was denial:

You aren’t doing what I think you’re doing, are you?  You’re taking those screws out, right guys? Right? Guys?

There was bitterness and anger:

I can’t believe you’ve done this to me.  You people are going to PAY.

After we were done, she took out most of her rage on the dog later (no photos available), then turned to the catnip sack for comfort.

I’ll get you people for this.  As soon as I can walk straight again.

She has spent the days since howling plaintively on the stairs.  Pray for us.  All of us.  Especially the dog.  We don’t know how long that catnip will hold out.

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