Kit is in trouble with Grandmom. Her furriness did not come upstairs at all today to talk to Grandmom, so when we got home, Grandmom was yelling down the stairs asking if the cats were ok, since she hadn’t seen them all day.

With that, Kit went sauntering up the stairs.

So why was Kit in the basement? Let’s go back to Saturday night. There were two sets of fireworks Friday night, on different sides of town, and we’re just enough in the middle that we couldn’t see either though we heard both. Though I was hoping we could see the ones they were shooting off downtown.

Why were there fireworks? Would you believe for my Dad’s birthday? No. My aunt didn’t believe that either. They were for MountainFest.

So at 9:45 the fireworks start. I jump up so I can run outside to see if we can see anything. Kit, on the other hand, jumps up to run away and hide, because she hates loud noises. Since we were both dashing in the same direction, Kit freaks out even more and runs into the stone elephant doorstop in her rush to get into the basement.

And knocks the doorstop down the stairs after herself, where it ended up crashing on the cement floor and breaking.

We didn’t see her again until late Sunday morning, and even then she was skittish.

Why that kept her from coming upstairs today to be fed treats from Grandmom, I have no idea. But she’s following Grandmom around now and chirping away as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

ADDENDUM the First:
Some stupid neighbor set off fire crackers. Who knows where she is now.