While waiting for the last post to post, I heard an odd squeaky-scratchy sound coming from the bedroom end of the house. I go to investigate. Apparently moving the speakers and the hamper all in one day has blown a few fuses in Ronin’s tiny little head. The sound was coming from the bathroom, and when I turned the corner, there he was dangling my his front paws from the small portion of bathroom window you can see sticking out from behind the shower, his back legs clawing frantically at the wallboard. I wish I’d had my camera handy.

In all the months they have been living with us, never once has either of them even looked at that bit of window in the bathroom. I suppose I better make sure his fat head can’t fit behind the shower. If he falls behind the shower, the only way to get him out will be to knock down a wall or cut open the shower stall. Both of those things are going to get done soon, but I’d rather we do it on our schedule and not Ronin’s.

Meanwhile, Myu is passed out under the bedroom window as happy as a clam is warm Caribbean waters.