Motherly guilt

This morning we had just fed the cats breakfast when the construction workers showed up.  Of course, both cats dove under the living room chair to hide.  We had to catch them and carry them (wriggling and resisting) into the back bedroom so they will be safe while the workers are here.  River slipped past us while I was bringing in the litter box, and we had to scoop her back into the bedroom again.

Oh, the guilt!!  It was painful for us, just knowing how confused the babies already are with the furniture moved all around.  Thus far they have been hiding in the closet, though they have emerged a couple times to get patted briefly.  I really hope this doesn't set us back a month in terms of the kitties getting comfortable here with us.  We were doing so well...

And all of this is to cover up the friggin' sprinkler pipes.  I don't care if they're bright orange, I would rather have them showing than keep putting the cats (and us!) through this circus.  There will be two more stages of work after this, which probably won't happen on consecutive days (or even weeks, if memory serves).  Grrrrrrrrr...