Cat-astrophe averted.

I've had my noise-cancelling headphones on all day because there’s major demolition happening—both across the street and on the property behind us. It’s been a huge and constant racket.

But what really had me worried wasn’t the noise. It was Willow, one of our cats. She’s usually banging her head against my office door by lunchtime, demanding to be let in so she can sleep wherever the hell she wants—usually right on top of my keyboard. But today? Nothing.

As the demolition dragged on and got even louder, I started to get this sinking feeling that maybe she'd gone exploring in the house across the street this morning—and gotten trapped inside when they started tearing it down. By mid-afternoon, I’d pretty much convinced myself that’s exactly what had happened, and I was getting seriously upset.

But just a few minutes ago, I wrapped up work, went to check... and found her fast asleep on the bench in my gym.

I scooped her up and carried her upstairs for a special snack and a lie-down. I think she'll be staying indoors for a little while now.