Victor: Hi, Mom! Look, Mom’s home!
Bonnie: What are you doing here this early? Aren’t you supposed to be working?
B: Intruder alert! Guard the doors! Attack Tabby ON DUTY!
V: What’s that? Who’s that guy Mom’s talkin to?
B: An intruder! I MUST guard my home! You, what are you doing here?
V: Is this bisitor furiendly? Whatcha doin in the basement, Bisitor Man?
B: Must investigate intruder! This is MY basement. Wha? Don’t touch me, Woman! PUT ME DOWN!
V: Whoa, Bonnie, Mom, what’s goin on?
B: Unhand me, fiend! I must guard my home! I'll BITE YOU!
V: Mom, pleeze put Bonnie down. She don’t like it.
V: Uh oh, Mom putted Bonnie in the puter room and SHUT the DOOR! I better hide in the big bedroom.
B: HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME THIS WAY! OPEN THIS DOOR THIS INSTANT.
V: Mom? Mom?! I’m still in here, Mom, an the door’s closed.
B: LET ME OUT OF HERE! I’LL STARVE!
V: I’m in here, Mom! Mom? Can I cum out now? How bout now? Now?
B: I’M BLOGGING THIS! YOU WON’T GET AWAY WITH IT, YOU… YOU…!!!
V: Hey Mom, lemme out soon, kay?
B: I’m telling my man what you did! You can’t treat me like this!
15 minutes later
B: Let me out! I can hear you out there!
V: Can I cum out now? I gotta go potty. Freedom! ::races down the stairs, singing:: I’m going to the basement now!
B: It’s about time! ::thrashing tail:: We were shut up forever! Where’s my food?
V: ::singing:: I’m a good boy, using my litter box!
B: ::Crunch, crunch::
V: I’s hungry too. ::Crunch, crunch::
Mom here: The plumber pried the cover off the floor drain (the hardest part), dug out most of the mud at the top, then flushed it with his high-pressure hose. There’s a trap to prevent backups from the street, and that stopped most of the litter mud from going down and making a bigger clog. Thanks for all the suggestions and support! Crisis over.[Click here to read Bonnie's request for help on the Cat Blogosphere.]