New room equals new drama. That's the way we roll at Casa Big Cat. Last night I made the mistake of leaving the bedroom door open after I changed from my work clothes. As I sat eating my dim sum I heard a tremendous amount of clattering from the bedroom. Oops, forgot to close the door better get the boys out of there before they break something. Up I go and look around the bedroom. No fur faces anywhere. So I close the bathroom door. Turn out the light and close the bedroom door. They must be in the basement, I figure. I just get settled in watching The Hustler and there's more noise but now with added yowling of distress.
Back upstairs. No sign of cats in the bedroom. But when I open the bathroom door Rooney fires out like a heat seeking missile.
He's knocked over the vase with the dried flowers, taken out a full roll of toliet paper and removed all the towels. What fun! But where is his normally responsible brother. More yowling. It sounds like it's coming from the secret room? But Rufus can't have gotten in there? Another yowl!"Help, Big Cat!" Oh, there you are, Rufus. Somehow he was trapped in the shower. But how did in jump inside? The walls are over 6 feet. Was he trying to escape his brother? Anyhow, once inside he was trapped and couldn't get traction on the glass sides. I opened the shower door and he ran for his life downstairs. Maybe he was trying to wash off the sweet and sour sauce from the day before? xxx dad
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