So the guys did the living room floor today and did some demolition in the kitchen--removed the whiteboard and the cardboard, leaving the walls--well, wall-less. Kind hearted Brewer didn't want to leave them in jail upstairs, so he moved everything away from the wall-less side making it impossible for a cat to get in up there. So imagine our surprise when we hear a plaintive mewing from the cellar. We discover a hole in the kitchen floor, just big enough for a cat to get through.

Getting into the cellar is complicated by the fact that the entrance is a door in the floor which is of course covered by furniture that belongs everywhere else. *eye roll*
All's well that ends well and that silly cat is back upstairs with his brothers, where I believe he will be staying until the work is all done and cleaned up.