So I have roofers next door. Good. They need a new roof; the homeowner went with the cheapest bid on replacing the roof after Ike and have had nothing but trouble with it.
There is compressor noise, hammering, nail gun, conversation, radio, etc. Cleo was terrified but out in the house. Biscuit fled in terror under the bed. I haven't seen Spotty at all.
Poor rescued babies think someone is going to come over and GET them.
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