Hopefully this is the last time in a long time. The place is still looking literally like some sort of wind storm happened on the inside, but it's coming along quickly considering we are both working a whole lot, ill, and super tired.
The counter tops are granite. Which is really hard stuff. This sounds silly, but seriously- ANY breakable thing that drops onto it, even if it's from a small distance, will shatter. It took me about 20 seconds to discover this.
The attic is ridiculously cool. The house is like 17 bajillion years old, so the roof beams are trees. Like with bark on them.
Another exciting thing about this attic is the fact that the litter box will be up there. This means no litter all over the floor or on my feet. Padre is coming over soon to help install a cat door. This makes me a little too giddy. I mean, we are talking about a litter box...
Anyway, after I blocked all of the large holes that lead to certain death, I introduced the cats to the attic. I realized that neither had ever climbed a set of stairs before. Taco immediately ran up and then panicked about being in a huge strange room. The cabinet that holds their litter box was up there so he jumped on that and yelled and screamed until Mr. Wallace finally made it up there. He was way more cautious and it took him a few minutes to get up the stairs. Then he explored every inch of everything, decided he was cool with it and laid down in the dust. That is really the only issue with the attic cat situation- now their white paws are gray. Oh well, at least my smooth paws will not be gritty.