The graduation party that I helped decorate for was a wonderful success. (Congratulations, Katelyn!)
Now I am even more tired than I was yesterday. I can't blame it on the party, however....
IT'S THE CATS' FAULT!!!!!
Lew can confirm this.
I got up out of bed no fewer than ten times last night because of their misbehavior.
The worst time was when I heard unfamiliar bumps and banging sounds.
I decided to get up and investigate.
No cats upstairs.
No cats downstairs.
When I came back upstairs I noticed that the door to the attic was open.
Uh oh.
I said, quite loudly, "Lew, they're IN THE ATTIC!"
Lew said, also quite loudly, "OH, NO!"
Our attic is not "kitty-friendly" because of the old insulation that looks like huge dust bunnies. There are also some places from which we would not be able to retrieve a cat.
I turned the attic light on and went up. I found Jerry right away and handed him to Lew. I knew that finding Kurt might be a problem, but he sauntered into view within a couple minutes.
Phew.
We figured out that they got the attic door open because a bag was hanging on the knob.
No more bags on the knob.
Lew also put a hook and eye lock on the door.... HIGH on the door.
(Postscript: We LOVE our kitties!)