I would have helped him, but he was pounding and hammering and sawing, and you know...that's not good for a cat's ears, and so I stayed away.
And then he was trying to make it all comfurrtable...as if...and so he put a bed and some towels and stuff in there.
And then he wanted me, Smitty, to come out and see all his hard effurrts. And what could I say? You don't want to disappurrnt he who wields the can opener, you know what I mean? But furrst, I gave that blower a good once over. That thing is scary. You want to make sure that noisy thing is turned off.
Having satisfied myself that it was safe to explore, I decided to give my dad a break and inspect every nook and cranny. Hmm...I like the addition of the towel. It's more comfurrtable fur my feeties.
I was sort of wishing my dad would leave so that Sadie and I could discuss this whole apurrtment thing openly and honestly. Kitties value honesty above most everything except furry mammals and flying feathered things.
And I'm kind of like...okay, this isn't to bad.
So then I jumped to the platfurrm where the bed is. This could be a good napping place. Hey, Sadie, you should jump up here and check this out.
That's okay, Smitty. You go right ahead. I'll just stay here on the down low while you evaluate.
And then, from there, you can go even higher...which is saying something when you haven't even imbibed in any nip...and...hmmmmm...
I think there might be some escape purrtential here.
Maybe I could lift up this roof or something.
Oh, whoa. There's my dad. Better hold off on the escape until he's not watching.
So, my furriends....here's where it stands. My dad built this apurrtment for us, and we both hate it.
But fur now, we'll purrtend it's okay. And I'll just keep working on figuring out this escape route. I know there's gotta be a way out of here. A cat just needs to put on his thinking cap.