When the doorbell rings or "strangers" (ie, anyone besides me) come over the cats head to the basement and can get between the ceiling of the basement and the floor from the laundry room, or they hide under my bed. One of these days I need to ask my SIL the carpenter if that can be blocked.
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Posted by LaurenI thought this was an accurate representation of how we feel every time we remember our last cat, which happens often when my daughter and I laugh over our current cat's antics.
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