We're having a number of people over for dinner tonight, including some of the toddler variety. Kitty has been behaving less than stellar today, what with the clawing the shit out of the brand new chair, so we decided to err on the side of caution and get Ms Patches out of the line of little person fire.
We took her downstairs to our finished basement. She instantly regressed back to hide under the couch and never ever come out mode. Poor little thing.
Her food, water, and bathroom are all down stairs too so she will want for nothing while the two legged folks eat delicious spaghetti in Jen's wonderful tomato/meat gravy. (is it meat gravy or tomato gravy? I can't remember the proper term for what we heathen Americans often call spaghetti sauce.)
Hopefully she doesn't eat any of the musical instruments while she's down here. Maybe the Gibson Guitars and Larry's electric piano should go upstairs for a while.
Have fun having the run of the cellar, Patches!
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