Sorry, Jeff--I've got the contest all sewn up already.

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.