Le Chat Gris ...

As on most mornings I went down to the basement to read the water meter this morning, except today, I looked straight into the eyes of a cat. We don't have a cat, in fact, we have a dog who hates cats.

The cat had come in through a (larger) opening, which used to be an old window. That kind of did it for me, the opening had to be fixed (it had been on my radar for a while, but it wasn't high on my list.

Regardless, I set out to fix the problem. You frame out the area ...


... and you slap on some plywood. Easy peasy.


E! was busy resurfacing the dish station floor. The health department wouldn't like all the nooks and crannies in the floor, as they could harbor all sorts of nasty critters.


Dirk