Last night was a divide and conquer sort of night. I worked until 5:30. My sister was on call and coming to spend the night. Tim was hard at work, doing some body work on his truck that he couldn't get done last week because it was pouring down the rain.
He put a prepared casserole in the oven after he got home from work, and then he got involved in what he was doing. I got home to a casserole ready to come out of the oven.
My poor sister, who was on call, got a call before she even left work.
So, we had supper and Tim finished saying, "I've got to run to Auto Zone."
I said, "Care if I run along with you. I need coffee and a bag of sugar?"
Tim said, "I'd rather you just drive yourself. I want to get this job done and I don't want to get sidetracked."
And so we headed off.
Now we like to avoid using the oven on hot days, but yesterday it really was kind of unavoidable. The kitchen was hot, so when Tim came back, he opened the door in the mudroom and the one to the kitchen as well, to allow a cool breeze to circulate. When I came back, I snarled a little, inside my head, because I hate that. The kitchen door has a screen for pete's sake!
So I put stuff away and puttered around like I do. At some point, I was walking out of the livingroom into the foyer and a little gray cat came tripping down the hall past me in an unhurried way and walked into the kitchen.
I gaped after him.
I shot into the kitchen. Tim was just coming upstairs from the basement. Once again, he'd left the doors wide open.
I said, "Where'd that cat go?"
He said, "What cat?"
I looked under the hoosier and the table and saw no sign of him. "He's a little gray and white cat."
Tim did a quick look around outside and found him sitting under a truck watching us.
So, we've HAD another animal in the house, but it was not me who let him in.
It is a nice cautionary tale for Tim as well. He'll think twice about not using the kitchen screen door.