Anarchy in the Basement

Over the past month my Dad and I have been working on redoing my bathroom. Before, I kept the door to it closed, because that is where I put my cats (the ones that are not outside) when I go to work or bed. Needless to say the bathroom was always a funky mess as that is where they would eat and poo and what not. Keeping it clean was a constant struggle that quite honestly, I was not up to.

So my Dad and I take out the seven-hundred pound cast iron tub, which I am still not sure what the hell I am going to do with. We tear out the remainder of the funky old tiles that were in there, fresh coat of paint goes on the walls and ceiling etc, etc. We are now ready to put down the linoleum. First however, the cats have to be introduced to their new habitat when I'm not around.

We put a door up to the basement and that was it for the day. I had to leave the house for a bit so I start chucking cats into the basement (not literally! I'm not a monster!) This is a job in itself because as I put one in, another escapes. Eventually I get them in there and they are not happy. I hear hissing and pissing going on in the basement and have to chuckle. Previously my cats had pretty much free roam of the house and I am slowly reducing the size of their kingdom, and they do not like this at all. A few years ago I enclosed part of the back porch and installed a pet door that goes from the basement to the back porch for the cats. This way they could just chill out back there and enjoy nature without nature enjoying them. Well, apparently, there is a breech in security back there. I go to leave the house and every cat that I had put in the basement is standing on the front porch looking at me like "You cannot possibly comprehend our power."

Now I am confused as to who the pet is, and who is the master.

-Twiz