behind the piano
in Ernest's closet
under Ernest's bed
behind Ernest's bookcase
in the wine rack
in Handy's closet
in our bed
Do we sense a problem here? Not just with the cat but also perhaps with closets? And Ernest's room in particular, which is a giant
The first day, I was accused of leaving my closet door open (well, she wasn't there, I found her behind the piano). But my fruitless closet search did inspire me to purge a lot of stuff.
The second day, my crawl through the back of Ernest's under-the-eaves closet (imagine a triangular space), shooing out the cat, was exhausting and excruciating. There was lots of space in there, it was just all jumbly.
I organized it a bit better and shoved some more of his crap in there. And there was still space.
So I crammed in all the Guitar Hero equipment. And there's STILL space! We could probably fit the Taj Mahal in there.
(By the way, I actually got the Taj Mahal out of the living room at Christmas, but it ended up in my sewing room because Ernest didn't have a place for it in his room. I finally shoved some things aside and put it on his dresser last week.)
I'm pleased to say that Francine has made great progress with Frank, the Cat Whisperer, and is no longer hiding.
I have to continue my progress with the closets.
What have you made progress with lately?