The cat is under the house...

Long-time readers may remember the first name of this blog. This post title is an homage...

The weekend before this last, I installed some in-ceiling speakers in our house. This mean not only drilling two holes in the ceiling, but drilling a hole from the crawlspace close downstairs to the bottom of the attic upstairs. Doing it this way went you wouldn't see the wires at all...unless you were in the crawlspace. Long story short, with the help of my wife it worked out nicely. (and I didn't even have to go into the attic)

While I was in the crawlspace guiding the speaker wire, our cat got into the crawlspace. I would normally be content to leave him there (forever), but I didn't want him to go to the bathroom down there and both A - make it smell bad down there, and B - have me stumble into it accidentally 6 months from now.

He's all about exploring new spaces, so of course he went into every nook and cranny of the damn thing. The tons of tubs down there made it a whole bunch of fun getting him out. I eventually chased him out and exhibited a TON of restraint by not beating him to death.