the kitten chronicles - part 108

Just when you think there's no more trouble they can get into kittens will find something. Saturday morning I'm downstairs ironing my shirt and Rooney is perched on the washing machine watching.But he's looking up at the ceiling. I hear some scratching noises above me. Raccoons in the basement? Couldn't be. Hey, where's Rufus? Somehow he had climbed up into the ceiling. So I removed the ceiling tile and lifted him out- covered in dust, cobwebs and insulation -idiot! Later that morning, I'm in the Muskoka Lodge to practice my bass and both of the boys run behind me straight into the fireplace and disappear. O.K. now this is concerning. Can they actually escape through the chimney? Somehow they've managed to climb up inside. Luckily they get bored and climb back down leaving little sooty paw prints all over the basement carpet. The buggers! Then to cap things off Rooney makes a mad charge for freedom out the door while I'm picking up the Globe. I turn just in time to block his escape with my foot. You know, I had thought the lads and I were like Robinson Crusoe, trapped together - but the boys think they're starring in Prison Break. The idiot fur-faces probably don't even know that show's been cancelled. xxx dad