C'est finis.

We are done—for now—on our small bout of home maintenance. We have a non rotten window with unbroken glass. We have vinyl that is not marred by puppy boredom. We have trim on the shed (if only we get to painting the whole thing). We have a screened-in porch. And that last part has the cats over the moon with kitty joy. In the sum total of three days, all of them had mastered the cat door. Turns out they are highly motivated to get outside, which I had suspected was the case. There was a time a few years ago when I performed my first, and hopefully only, full body flying tackle* of Twinkie during one of his door dash escapades. I think the fact that I caught him surprised us both. He didn’t think I could move like that, and quite frankly, neither did I.

*See also how to make yourself sore for days, and how to nearly break your kneecaps.