The washer repairman stopped by and so this was probably the first time the kittens had anything new happen. They scattered a bit at first but soon spent most of the time collected around the door into the garage trying to figure out what was happening.
This repair was pretty easy, just a loose board or something. What was amusing is that apparently virtually every part of the washer is unreplaceable. The gasket between the tub and the top of the washer has a tear, and can’t be replaced. So pretty much if anything else breaks down its new washer time.
Oh well, it has lasted 14 years.
Rhea has decided that hanging around the kitchen sink is now the coolest thing ever.
Davout is now hanging back when the toys are out more than I’d like.
While Rhea gets right up front.
He moves about, but still stays back. I can sometimes reach over and give him a chance.
Uh oh…I must be skipping his turn again!