No, that's bad.  Bad is bringing home an insane, brain-damaged, smelly
alien freak to live with us.

Love,
Stinky

Theresa
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My Blog: http://www.humanitas.blogspot.com

Make Levees, Not War

Nope! I've had to do that! This year, I had the air ducts cleaned,
the carpets cleaned, the termite inspectors in, and in the past
other home helpers. I always enclose the cats in my bedroom. The
worst was the carpet cleaning. The guy was here for hours and
hours. The way I see it is that if they had to run from room to
room to escape the evil strangers, they'd be even more stressed.
When I had the air ducts cleaned, one of the workers had to go into
my bedroom and use a vaccum cleaner rather than the long hose
hooked up to the bag outside because I told them I can't have the
cats escape. The front door was propped open the whole time they
did the cleaning.

These are things they'll get used to.  Just like the vaccum
cleaner.  :)

The worse one we had was when the Furballs were only 6-7 months old. We
had workmen in who over two weeks, put in new ceilings and doors and
fitted a fire alarm and gas central heating.

Sarrasine loathed them and made it perfectly clear by spending most of
the time hiding behind the washing machine (It's slightly too big for
the alcove it's supposed to fit in there's a little cave there where
the machine meets the sink, big enough for a disgruntled Furball) and
whenever she deigned to emerge she glared at me as if it was all my
fault

Redunzel was hilarious. She made friends with several workmen to the
point where unable to find her I went out to ask them if they had seen
her and they were sitting in the stairs having a break along with
Redunzel who was more than pleased to be sharing a bacon roll with one
of them. She even "supervised" one painter sitting there avidly
watching him work, he was a cat lover so when she said "Meep" he
thanked her for pointing out the missed bit. The only problem was she's
black and by the time she'd finished she had a rather large number of
white patches that took ages to face (she had to moult some of them
out)

The funniest thing through was the cat phobic carpenter. 7 foot of
muscle and we had to make sure "they" weren't about whenever he entered
the flat. One day he saw Sarrasine and he almost ran out screaming-
okay when she gives me that look I can quite understand it

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs who liked it when everyone was gone and
they had central heating!

Nope, evil is having to do it three times a day!

My husband had to have a nurse come in three times a day for two weeks. We
were told that the cat had to be shut in a room while the nurse was there.
The nurse would call just before she came over and Eddie quickly learned the
connection between those phone calls and being shoved into the study. After
a week, she would run and hide when she heard the phone ring and many times
we didn't capture her in time to shut her away. We'd apologize to the nurse
and keep an eye out for her. The nurses were good about it - as long as she
didn't get near their bags and transfer hair! By the end of the second week
Eddie had started posing in the hall so the nurses could see her and admire
her!

Fi