There must be some sort of inborn instinct in cats to be as contrary as possible in any given circumstance. Squeak will dart around the tiny computer room like a panicked squirrel, but once we get out into the room where there’s actually space for her to run around, she just watches me drag the string across the floor as if she’s trying to figure out my motive. Oh cats.
Tomorrow the people are finally coming to assess the evil black mold! Maybe I’ll get to sleep in my bedroom before October.