Rob happened to be out of town while the work was being done, but I was at home. I camped out in the "Little House” with all 12 cats until the varnish was dry and the fumes had cleared.
The Little House is a small building in our backyard that looks like a child’s playhouse. We use it as an office now, but in the old days it served as a kitchen.
The cats were really well behaved in the Little House, though it had to be hard on them to be confined to such a small space for five solid days. There was no growling or hissing or discontented meowing—not even any scratching at the door. It was because I pulled out the hide-a-bed, which they love, and they were too busy snuggling to cause any trouble.
Every night after work during my confinement in the Little House, I’d sit on the hide-a-bed too, surrounded by cats. I was making felt Christmas ornaments and calling cute, rotund Leroy "Mr. Roundandham," which is Rob's new name for him. Seated on the hide-a-bed, I stitched up four little felt trees decorated with seed beads, bugle beads, sequins, fancy buttons, and gold rickrack. My progress was somewhat slower than it might have been because I kept losing my sewing supplies under the covers or under a cat.
The new floors look awesome by the way. When Rob saw the kitchen, he said, "This one looks like a beautiful rollerskating rink or basketball court. It's just so smooth and perfect."
The sunroom floor is just as nice. Thank you, McIver Floor Sanding and Installation!