Oh darn
Steve finished stripping the dining room floor while I was at Z.o.o.T.o.o.n.s. listening to Aimee Mann with Elizabeth last night.
By the way, the cat’s name is Wally. (Not to be confused with Willy, the dog who lives next door.) We found this out when Steve dumped him on our bed with a rueful “I couldn’t resist” night before last. The cat snuggled up between us, happy as could be. Someone started calling, “Wally! Wallly! Waaallllllyyyyyyy! Here Kitty!” Wally flicked his ears and stared out the window. Then he yawned. He slept at our house all night. Alas, no kitty food, so he left when Steve did.