Now I'm not a complainer I love chores...for one thing it means Its a home project not an office emergency.I tootled off to Home Depot purchased some insulation and plywood, and turned around to get the winterizing stabilize for the gas machines (almost left behind). It was a nice day not a care in the world. Trying to finish an Art Studio over the garage for my wife.

  This is the view from the garage studio... Recently Named Birch Hollow  I hope she likes the place.

    Now for the rest of the story...I was in and out of the house in the process of finding tools

After hours of eating insulation and moving splitter, and chipper, and mowers oh my. I had had enough, heading for the back door I realized sometime during the day the back door remained open. We have (or) had cats?! I was shaken by fear - for two reasons #1 cats are food for the things that go bump in the night around here and #2 my wife loves me but I wouldn't be missed as much as the cats..if we all went missing.

Clementine our Female cat (purple collar) wearing the jewelery , and Thor (named by a male child upon cat acquisition)...Took a stroll today. It wasn't exactly an escape because the warden turn his back  and whats a cat to do open door equal freedom. All ended well, these explorers of the wild, realized soon enough the Food served in dishes near a warm fireplace was indoor. I figure they were out for 3 hours, and they never go out.

I will tell the wife as we have no secrets, but I must admit I would have been more than a little scared if the wife got home before the great orange hunters returned.

Chases...and chores time for a drink Cheers!