In the wall
Tonight, we were doing a number of things around the house to prepare for our Christmas party next weekend.
Derek's brother Allen, his wife Suzanne, and our niece Carolyn were here with us, and Allen was helping Derek & I with the house, while Suzanne rode herd on Carolyn.
At one point, Derek & Allen were looking inside an access panel in one wall of my office, that provides access to the plumbing for the bathtub in our front bathroom. That tub doesn't have a shower, and they were assessing how easily one might be added. Eventually, we gravitated into the bathroom itself to see how it would work from inside the room. The access panel was screwed back on, and activities continued around the house.
Eventually, Allen, Suzanne, and the baby went back home, and Derek & I settled down to relax, each with our respective computers: he in the recliner with the laptop in the living room, and me with my Macintosh in my office.
I kept thinking I heard scratching, though. And then a meow. It wasn't Pikachu's voice, and Godiva usually only meows if she's stoned on catnip, or the litter box is really really pissing her off.
Then I realized what was going on.
"Derek! Come in here! Bring the screwdriver!"
"Where am I coming?"
"My office! Hurry!"
A few moments of hurried work later, Godiva peeked her head out from the underneath side of the bathtub, looking highly offended at have been sealed up in the wall. Thank heavens she actually decided to meow. Once, we shut her up in a closet accidentally for 12 hours and she never made a peep. It was only when we missed her and started looking that we discovered what had happened.
As I type this, she's sitting on top of my monitor, with a mildly accusing look in her eyes.
I'm sure we'll be punished.
After her nap.
Godiva surveys her domain
Derek's brother Allen, his wife Suzanne, and our niece Carolyn were here with us, and Allen was helping Derek & I with the house, while Suzanne rode herd on Carolyn.
At one point, Derek & Allen were looking inside an access panel in one wall of my office, that provides access to the plumbing for the bathtub in our front bathroom. That tub doesn't have a shower, and they were assessing how easily one might be added. Eventually, we gravitated into the bathroom itself to see how it would work from inside the room. The access panel was screwed back on, and activities continued around the house.
Eventually, Allen, Suzanne, and the baby went back home, and Derek & I settled down to relax, each with our respective computers: he in the recliner with the laptop in the living room, and me with my Macintosh in my office.
I kept thinking I heard scratching, though. And then a meow. It wasn't Pikachu's voice, and Godiva usually only meows if she's stoned on catnip, or the litter box is really really pissing her off.
Then I realized what was going on.
"Derek! Come in here! Bring the screwdriver!"
"Where am I coming?"
"My office! Hurry!"
A few moments of hurried work later, Godiva peeked her head out from the underneath side of the bathtub, looking highly offended at have been sealed up in the wall. Thank heavens she actually decided to meow. Once, we shut her up in a closet accidentally for 12 hours and she never made a peep. It was only when we missed her and started looking that we discovered what had happened.
As I type this, she's sitting on top of my monitor, with a mildly accusing look in her eyes.
I'm sure we'll be punished.
After her nap.
Godiva surveys her domain