I really want to try to keep down the dust that gets into the kitchen as I dust the hallway. To that end, I decided to hang plastic from the ceiling in at least a token effort to keep it out. I don't know how effective it will be, but it seems like it'll beat having nothing blocking it off at least. I've also covered as much as I can with drop cloths, but it's hard to live without a kitchen so they keep getting moved.
The net result of this is that my house looks like the scene in ET after the alien is discovered. Or maybe a scene from Dexter. Take your pick, either way its creepy. The plastic makes a lot of noise in the wind and sounds like waves crashing. I've had dreams about tsunamis ever since I started.
The Supervisor, who is normally fearless, hates the plastic. He's completely terrified of it. Every time it crinkles and cracks he tears out of the room. This is especially entertaining as his food is located on the other side of it. He knows how to push it aside and get to his food, but he is occasionally still freaked out by it. It's mean, but I'm kinda happy he's getting some exercise.
On the other hand, the Other Cat, who normally refuses to leave my bedroom, has been lured out to the kitchen by the noise. He loves plastic, which he prefers to think of as a light snack. I have to hide any plastics that make their way into the bedroom, otherwise I tend to find them in the glitterbox after they've experienced an amazing journey through the interior of one Felis Catus.
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