MYSTERIOUS MEOW

I volunteered to install a handicap shower for my uncle, who was recovering from knee surgery. To start, I framed in a corner of his bathroom. His four cats were constantly underfoot while I was working, so I carried them out of the room. I finished the framing, installed the shower and even built a couple of shelves in the corner. Then I went home, ate and settled down to watch football. Right after kickoff, my uncle called. He’d heard meowing in the bathroom but couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. You guessed it—one of the cats had somehow snuck back into the room and crawled into the space between the studs and the new shower just before I finished hanging the new drywall. I had to cut a hole in the wall to get Midnight out. I guess I’ll find out whether walling off a black cat in a bathroom brings bad luck.