Who's been throwing cat litter in MY home?

Well that's what it looked like... Seriously. Imagine a bag of cat litter, dirt, sand and some mysterious black stuff that looks like volcanic ash. Now throw it all over your home so five hundred square feet of your floor and belongings are covered in it. That's what happens when a dozen roofers take a showel to your roof, rip the tar and gravel off, wheel barrow it over the exposed rafters and dump it over the side of your building. All day.

Okay, so it wasn't all bad, we knew it was coming. In fact we've know for a long time. A very long time. For three weeks now we've had our entire place covered in plastic. Since last September we've had half our ceiling covered with plastic sheeting that I'd hurriedly put up on a couple of sweaty summer evenings before dashing off to Europe on vacation. Thankfully rain stopped play that time. For over a year this roof project has been in the planning (thanks mostly to our neighbour Chris), and for three years we've known it would have to be done.

So finally it happened.

But nothing ever really prepares you for seeing the neon sign on your roof top water tower for the first time... through the ceiling.... as you're laying in bed.... And you never really thought the FedEx planes were that loud as they fly overhead. And no one ever told the cats what it would be like. Of course they've had three weeks of people ballet dancing in hob-nailed boots all over our roof as they ripped the other side of the building to shreads. I'm sure it was quite an ordeal for them but we'll never know since they haven't told us (yet) where their cat-a-blog is. But they seem to have taken the cataclysm (pun intended) in their strides and even the little cat-fish Lulu came out of hiding eventually. And Suz, well she's so gray and fluffy you probably couldn't tell if she'd be rolling in the dirt all day long anyway. She probably thought it was just raining cat litter again... fish, frogs, cat litter - whatever. Nap time.

Tomorrow I'll get to watch from home as the dirt continues to rain down while they rip the final quarter of the roof up. We'll see if I manage to do any work and which of me or the cats ends up more traumatised.