If you were in my house the answer would be: a cat. A meowing, howling cat.
One that would have you out of bed and in the backyard four times searching for teh kitteh to make it come inside.
One that would have you searching drawers and closets of the girls rooms to give it freedom.
One making such noise that you, at one point, think someone is breaking in to the house.
One that would finally have you, your husband, and the dog up at 3:30 am quietly listening for the source of the noise.
Then you would discover that the damn kitteh had been drywalled in to the wall between your closet and the soon to be office.
Yes, indeed! Princess Lovely got in the ceiling of the closet and remained while we put an entire ceiling and two walls of drywall in to place. At no point did the idiot cat decide to jump and run. Instead we found ourselves moving all the tools, junk kept in the room, wood, and drywall from the room so that we could unscrew a large piece of wall to free the kitty while she stuck a paw out through the hole for the cable.
She was unhurt, Mr. MFBA could not go back to sleep, and I was finally able to go to sleep. Now, we just need to put everything back in to the room so that it is possible to access the playroom, our bedroom, the bathroom, or the laundry room without breaking our necks.
Did I mention that Nonami is also sick? Thank you Princess Lovely for a night to remember!
This whole scene played out with groggy conversations such as, "We can't leave her in there, she'll eventually start to smell".
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