…but then we decided that now that all the cabinets are in, and there are no exposed beams or nails or other things where cats could hurt themselves or find ways to escape into the big scary outdoors, we could try letting the cats back upstairs.
… if Murphy’s Law does *not* come into play, maybe they’ll figure out what the problem is and fix it, and we won’t have to deal with this anymore. Hey, a girl can dream, can’t she?
Granted, the cats are still likely going to insist on tramping around in the dusty parts, because cats are that kind of ornery, but I can put up with a few sprinkled white pawprints here and there if at least we humans can avoid tracking any more of the stuff into the rest of the house.
…and I will note right now how awesome it is that both of us can be in the kitchen, at the same time, working on cooking or cleaning, without bumping into each other, or getting in each other’s way.
It all seems like such tiny little things, when I write it all out - but it’s been an exhausting two days.
This weekend we flew up to Seattle to visit with my sister and her husband and my very favorite niece. (…)
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