I was late to work this morning... because of the cats... again.
This time I was almost out the door, but went back upstairs to grab one last thing. It was a good thing I did. When I got up the stairs, I didn't see the cats. This is unusual. They tend to hang-out just outside the bathroom door in the hallway while we get ready in the morning. Rudy was still in the bathroom, so they should have been there. I peeked my head in the bedroom, no cats there either. I started to get suspicious and looked in the spare room. The door to the attic was slightly open. We always keep it shut. It must not have locked right after we had been up there last night. I knew immediately where the cats had gone. I yelled for Rudy to come help, then opened the door to go up. Kylie must have just started going up because she was still on the stairs and turned around immediately as soon as she saw me. Montey, however, had gotten all the way up and made it to the insulation. When I found him, he was covered from head to toe in the stuff. Rudy and I spent the next 20 minutes brushing him to get as much of the insulation off as possible. If I wasn't so frustrated at the time, I would have taken a photo before we started brushing. Now I see the humor in the situation. Poor Montey. He must have know he did something stupid, because he didn't even put up a fight when we were brushing him.