All that rain, all that rain.
On the bad side: My back yard slopes toward my house.
On the good side: I’d put most stuff in the basement up on wood, to avoid water problems.
On the bad side: I didn’t put it high enough.
On the good side: I was at least somewhat smart in stacking things; less important at the bottom, more important at the top.
On the bad side: There’s still a lot of stuff in the basement.
On the good side: The sump pump works.
On the bad side: I didn’t get home to plug it in until 6 PM.
I did a lot of work down in the basement last night. Usually, the girls are pretty curious about the basement; last night, I left the basement door open to let them discourage their own curiosity, in the hopes that seeing a flooded basement might make them less eager to try and dart down there any other time I open the door.
No such luck.
After I’ve done as much as I can with my ankle-deep flooded basement, I come back upstairs to shower and wash dishes and grade papers and dry off, and when I come back downstairs from my shower, there’s my intrepid explorer Zeugma, licking each of her four paws dry up to the knee.
God bless her.
Do you think she’ll want to go back if she thinks its wet in the basement? Sure she will. She’s a cat. How’s the basement?
You thought you could use psychology on a cat?!?! Our cats are so dumb/curious that they’ll dart out the door if we’re not looking, straight into a downpour, a blizzard, whatever’s coming out of the sky. No matter the experience, they’re (Noodles and Willie that is, two of the five–the only males, hmmm) ready to bolt the next time they get a chance. Curiosity just may kill those cats. Hope the basement gets cleaned up soon.