About 2 weeks ago I heard this banging around in the basement. Freaked me out a little bit, since I didn’t expect anyone or anything to be down there. After some sleuthing I found one of my cats down there, which really baffled me since I had no idea how he could have gotten down there.
It didn’t even occur to me there was a hole in the wall behind the dryer, where the vent used to go.
So I rescued him and figured he’d know better and that would be the end of it. Yeah, I’ve had cats all my life, I should have known better.
Today I heard noises in the basement again. It freaked me out once more, but I quickly realized Alan must have gotten down there again. I rescued him again, but this time I fixed it so he can’t (?) get down there again.
Nice, eh?
