Grand champion of the world

Katie under the futon, where I could see her. Who knows where her other hiding places are.

Yesterday we had the plumbers over. And Katie has an absolutely paralyzing fear of strangers. Without exception, she hides until our company has left.

But because the plumbers were coming and going out the front door, we needed to find Katie and lock her securely away so we knew she wouldn't run out the front door.

He couldn't find her so I had to rush out of work and come hom.

It then took Matt and I both looking about 30 minutes to find this cat. Matt finally found her in the very back corner of a bedroom closet. She had tunneled in between some stacks of shirts and was stuck between the very back corner and a shelf. 

It took another 10 minutes to wrangle her out. We had to take all the clothes out. Then I pushed on her butt, while Matt pulled. She dug her claws in the carpet. So I had to unhook her claws while Matt pulled her out of the closet. Not an easy task at all.

So there it is Katie. If there was an Olympics for hiding, you wouldn't win the gold medal. You'd win something better, like a platinum medal. 

Oh, and she did this all again later. We locked her in one room and I couldn't find her. I looked under the couch, in the closet, everywhere.

Grand champion of the world.

P.S. This is what our bathroom looks like when plumbers are trying to figure out what's wrong. They finally figured out that we have roots in the pipes under the foundation. That's a camera snake on the toilet.