Our basement is strangely configured. The spare room, where I get ready in the morning and where the grandpeople stay, is as far away from the stairs as you can get in walking distance – but actually only a couple feet away. So, this weekend, The Boy started the process of putting a door in our laundry room.
He started by taking down a wall. Behind it? He found another wall.
And behind that? He found another wall.
In all of these home improvement situations, there is – of course – help from Kitten Thunder. The Boy finds this funny. And annoying. But luckily for him, this particular project included power tools from very close to the beginning. And, when the power tools are involved, Kitten Thunder chooses to protect me instead of helping The Boy.
Protect me. Yeah.
And, when the power tools stopped, three of us went down to help with inspection.
Obi was shocked to see the shoddy work done on this wall. The vertical studs were well beyond the 16 inches they should be placed.
When there was just a window, he did not approve of the complete lack of sill.
Upon further inspection, he decided it was doable but not particularly comfortable.
The spare room is dusty. I’m really glad The Boy took me down to look at the second wall so I knew to quickly move all my clean laundry that was on the spare room bed.
While Oliver is not usually the most adventurous of our kittens, he was willing to try out the window.
He helped The Boy measure the space for a door. I took this picture and headed upstairs. I called Oliver. I told him to come with me. He didn’t, until The Boy started using a saw. Then he casually walked across the laundry room. Once he got to the floor and into the hallway, he allowed his panic to take over and raced, frantically, up the stairs.
The Boy, on my request, cut a second window at the floor level before calling it quits for the day. I didn’t want kittens attempting to thunder through a poorly supported window in the drywall, five feet off the ground.
Thunder on, kittehs. Thunder on.
Kitten Thunder: Life lessons and cat tales 
This reminds me of those movies where they find a room– “not on the plans”– that either holds long-forgotten treasure or was a prison for a relative. And yes, windows much be climbed through.
And neither would surprise me in this house.
Guffawing!