That's what it sounded like at, oh, I dunno, 6AM in our house.
Apparently Chotto was exploring the highest reaches of our laundry room, which includes wire shelving upon which we store things. Scared up there, no doubt, but Basement Cat who caught him in a room with only one exit.
After the scrambling settled, Dan got out to see what had happened and found Scooter's folding cat carrier on the floor. Chotto must've surfed it down off the wire shelves.
It's going to be a looooong day.
It could have been worse. They could've been climbing our tree, with all its breakable ornaments. Let us hope they cannot read blogs and now have a new idea in their little heads.
Supposed to snow again here during the day, but I must take Old Paint out to the emissions testing place (smog testing to y'all in California) as my tabs are up for renewal. I could have, had I been an efficient woman, done this earlier. But that's not my way. So instead, I need to head up a hill on a snowy day in my rear-wheel drive vehicle and hope for the best.