Last night after Snapdragon, poor thing, barfed as if to reprise Linda Blair's role in the Exorcist, he made for his kitchen hidey hole in that no-man's land between two cabinets. Stacy's suggestion that repairing the gap go the top of my chore List came back to me just like it does on soap operas, complete with the requisite Look of Concern accompanied by a music cue, but I didn't have time to savor the life-imitating-soap-opera moment as I was in the middle of transferring pie crust to pie pan just as Snapdragon made his attempt to squeeze his 6-pound body through a 3" hole. Alpay grabbed and soothed the kitten, I finished the pie, Alpay cleaned the barf, and I got out the duct tape, some cardboard, and the scissors. Some tasks are just too pressing to Dread.
Task: Repairing Snap's Hidey Hole
