As we were trying to relax and watch a little TV tonight (ironically, PBS's This Old House) we were hearing odd thumping noises. Muting the TV also yielded plaintive meowing from upstairs... from the room that was just completely sheetrocked today. Further inspection revealed not one, but two of our three wündercats were sealed into a roofline crawlspace under the eaves. Cursing ensued, followed by my quick thinking husband seizing the contractor's keyhole saw and making quick work of fashioning an escape hatch for the imprisoned pair. Everyone was fine, if a little shaken up and hungry. Pal made a beeline for the light, Puck on the other hand was reluctant and needed a few moments alone before making her exit. Fozzie is currently trying to get over his momentary delusions of being an only cat. A large, very heavy bucket of spackle is currently blocking the re-entry route. I'm sure our contractor will get a big laugh out of this when he shows up tomorrow and I don't doubt that it will be a long time before he lets us live this one down.

In other news, the floor has received the first coat of sealant. It looks great, but the whole house reeks of fumes.

Just another day in the life of this old house and its weary inhabitants!