Imprisoned

Thanks to a leaky tub from 1978, our master bathroom is being redone. While home improvement is exciting, I didn't marry a handy man. In fact, I'm Miss Fix It around our house. But there's only so much a girl can do without supervision and removing an ancient fiberglass tub insert and creating an awesome tiled tub isn't in my wheelhouse. So it appears we will have a few visitors in the house for the next five days.

Roxy wants to help. Or she just wants to see for herself what is making all that damned noise. She longingly looks at her prison bars (x-pen) looking for any way out. She is jealous of the cats who have figured out how to slip behind the furniture to break in and out of our makeshift jail cell. I seriously believe that today she wishes she were skinnier. Don't we all, girl. Don't we all.

Seka, on the other hand, has found her own solution to the noisy workers upstairs.