Oh yeah, I forgot to write about the funny Stinky (the cat) incident that happened this weekend.

At about 4 o’clock Sunday morning, George woke me up. He had been sleeping on the couch in the living room because he wasn’t feeling well and was woken up by a terrible scratching sound.

In our kitchen, we have a tall cabinet that is part of the built-in units that we use as a pantry. It doesn’t go all the way to the ceiling and the unit isn’t flush against the wall, either. There are about 6 inches between the back of the pantry and the wall, and about a foot between the ceiling and the top of the cabinet.

Stinky, being the curious cat that she is, managed to get behind the pantry, between the wall and the unit. And she couldn’t get out. So she was scratching and clawing and trying like hell to get out. George heard this, figured out what was going on, and woke me up in a bit of a panic.

I’m bleary but freaked out, so we remove the food from the top shelf of the pantry and realize that, short of busting out the back of the pantry, we won’t be able to get Stinky out. We are investigating other methods of removal, getting more and more frustrated, when above our heads, out pops Stinky.

George would have strangled her, I’m sure, had I not been around, but I was just glad she got out. (With no harm to herself or our lovely new house.) It was pretty funny, but I don’t think George has realized that yet.