The girls are in school and Greg is back at work yesterday, after an enormous snowstorm dropped 18 INCHES of snow on us Wednesday. The house is quiet.
Then I hear a noise.
Thud, scrape, scrape, scrape.
Thud, scrape, scrape, scrape.
You know when you know you should go check out a noise but you don't really want to?
Thud, scrape, scrape, scrape.
Wait a minute--I know that sound.
I head upstairs to the linen closet and open the door. Sure enough, blinking up at me in the morning light is Simon the Cat, who obviously slipped into the linen closet when the girls got washcloths before they left for school.
He was in there for an hour and a half, at least. Stupid cat.
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