Lin left the door to The Box Room open.

Take a moment to remember that we have two very curious and active small cats who up until a month or so ago didn’t even know there was a door back there let alone a room that closely resembles a jungle gym and haven of fun and excitement for any young feline.

The fact the door had been left open was brought to my attention by the arrival of the sound of a large, empty cardboard box falling to the floor. I turned my head and looked down the hall to see sunlight coming from the door of The Box Room.

“Oh well, shit, god dammit, fuck!”

I got down the hall, and there was Myu just inside the door. I grab her before she can dart into the pile of boxes. It wasn’t hard to grab her. She didn’t make much of an effort to get away, because she knows when she is doing something she probably ought not be doing and she stops as soon as I appear. Besides, I think the box that fell freaked her out a little. I left the room, closed the door and hoped Ronin was asleep somewhere. Nope. From inside the room, I hear a rustle. Double god dammit. I should have known. Had Myu been alone, it would have been hours before I heard anything. She’s a ninja kitty. Never knocks anything down. Ronin, on the other hand, is a bulldozer. He knocks everything down just by entering a room.

I toss Myu in the bedroom and close the door. I re-enter The Box Room and call Ronin. Like that would work. I can hear the rustling in the far back corner of the room, naturally. The far corner I couldn’t get to if anyone’s life depended on it. I attempt to entice him out with treats and food bag rattling. He’s not falling for it. I can now hear him digging around in who knows what. I start moving the larger and lighter things so I can crawl over the top of everything else and retrieve the damn cat.

The rustling moves closer to my end of the room, and I see an ear. I stealthily move closer to the ear. By the time Ronin sees me, I already have my hand on one of his legs. He struggles, whines, grunts, and then gives up. I toss him out of the room, close the door and restore what little order was there in the first place.

Now there are two small cats clawing and yowling at the door to The Box Room. Yes, strong and silent Ronin does have a voice after all, and he’s waited until now to use it. They know what’s back there, and they want to go play more, more, more, because oh it was so interesting and fun!

We are DOOMED!

I’m going to smack my husband up side the head when he gets home.