Just in time for cat Trauma!
Mom's been staying at the house to watch over the cats while we've been in the hospital for the past four days. Kaboom, as I may have previously mentioned, is a total chickenshit so mom has only seen him rarely. However, right after we got home she mentioned that she hasn't seen him since Saturday.
Exhausted-happy to be home feeling immediately vanished as Eric goes on a hunt for the cat. After searching everywhere, Eric looks in the back room where we had previously seen and heard signs of mice (mice outside house=cute, mouse inside house = instant death sentence). We has been leaving the door to the boiler room open to encourage the cats, (remember those?) to hunt the mice. Those fuzzy freeloaders need to earn their keep somehow. Unfortunately the boiler room is not finished, but backs to the bathroom which is.
After thoroughly searching the house, Eric saw a glimpse of Kaboom through the unfinished wall jammed behind the metal bathtub, unmoving and unresponsive to calls.
Panic set in. We immediately went with the notion that we were going to have to smash through the wall and tile, ripping out the bathtub to reach him. Whatever it takes to get the cat out. Eric rushed to the hardware store and bought a wrecking bar while I called two friends known for their home demolishing skills and/or tool possession while crying with fear.
Eric rushed back in clutching a 36" solid steel wrecking bar (also doubling as a home defense device) and went into the basement bathroom. After several solid (and extremely loud) thwacks to the grout in front of the tub, fear overcame friction and Kaboom came shooting out from inside the unfinished wall.
He appears to be just fine, although perhaps mentally scarred for life. Boiler room is shut. Further plans for immanent demise of mice are forthcoming.
What? Did you expect an update about babies? They're OK too.