There I was, sitting down in my kitchen on a rainy Monday morning to work on the last book in the Fenris series, when I hear a scratching noise from inside the wall.
A mouse, perhaps?
Gross. I attempted to ignore it.
More scratching. A freaking squirrel?!? I briefly considered burning the house down.
Then: Scratching and this teeny, tiny “mew?”
I freaked out, grabbed a flashlight, and started pounding on the wall like a madwoman. I finally found a literal hole in the wall in the laundry room where kitty has clearly pulled out a grate.
(Note: we live in a 200 year old farmhouse, and it’s full of mysterious holes in the walls.)
After a lot of calling, cajoling, threatening, and wondering how the hell we’re going to tear down the wall to retrieve a cat, our kitty saunters out of the hole, stretches, and lies down on the floor like it’s no big deal.
Me: “Cat. WTF?”
Cat: “Mondays, man. Mondays.”
Happy Monday, my virtual friends!
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