Monday, April 30, 2007
It's day 1 of our move. Cats are locked in the bathroom downstairs, w/a picture of cats on the door and a "please don't open the door--cats inside" sign on the door. I tell the movers not to open the door, the cats are our life, yadda, yadda, yadda. I run an errand and, when I come back, I find that "someone" has let the cats out of the bathroom. The garage door was open, and I spent an hour worrying that the cats had not just escaped inside the house but had actually made a break for it outside (and they're INDOOR cats). An hour and a half after I came back home, we found Grace and Shadow. At the risk of embarrassing myself worldwide, I have photographic evidence of what happened when I put Grace back into the downstairs bathroom.
Beat that, Jeff!
Posted by a very sore Nancy Rapoport.