It's such a great feeling when you wake up, go for a run, and know that it is already Friday of your first week back at work. Such a great feeling that is until you are sitting on your bedroom floor stretching and you hear something hiss at you. Yes, I said hiss! So, I immediately jumped up on the bed and called Dave to the rescue. At this point I still didn't know what had hissed at me. Luckily it was only a cat, but getting that damn cat out of our house took a half an hour. First he wouldn't come out from under the bed, then he did, and ran into Cooper's room ( mind you, neither of us want to touch him, so Dave is chasing him with a broom and a water bottle) back into our room, back under the bed. Finally we got him out into the part of the house that is being remodeled, we had the front door wide open for him, but this dumb cat tries to jump through all of the closed windows. Before we know it, he's in the rafters of the addition. Now we really have to get this thing, we don't want it dry-walled into our house. Dave knocked him out of the rafters and he relocated to behind the new fireplace. At this time the cat hunter is out of water and we are both yelling like idiots to try to get him out. After a half an hour of these antics, the cat found the open door. So, now we are late for work, I'm all wheezy and we find ourselves wondering....how long has that mangy thing been in here?
