Got home from DC, and WOW! My kitchen and next-door bath were a disaster. I'd put out extra water bowls for my cats (it's August) and every one of them had kitty litter mud in it. The cat food silo was completely empty, as was the small bowl of "dental diet." Bathroom had kitty litter mud all over the floor; kitchen too.
First I started a fresh water bowl. My poor cats! So dehydrated and hungry! And apparently they'd gotten their feet dirty and tried to wash up in the drinking bowls.
Dumped out all the bowls, set them to wash along with the silo. Mopped the floors, pulled out the clean silo (inherited from dear ol' dad). Washed and wiped and cleaned. Refilled cat food and water bowls.
Started checking everyone's feet, and they weren't dirty at all. And the litter boxes weren't excessively bad.
My two girl kitties are brown tabbies, and I was walking through the kitchen with my glasses off, noticed one of them in the bathroom. But it didn't look right. For one thing, it had a black mask on.
I asked it how it got in, and how it planned to leave. It ran upstairs, and I followed.
It leaped into the spare bedroom, and squoze itself out the window (screen compromised, open about 2").
I closed the window, headed back down to my office. Then I heard trilling sounds.
Back up to the spare BR, and between the mattress and headboard were two more little masked faces looking at me. They ducked down to try to make themselves less conspicuous.
I re-opened the window (wider this time), told them they had to leave. Picked up some of the stuff knocked over near the window, turned off the light and closed the door.
In the morning I found my Halloween strobe noisemakers, turned them on and placed in the room.
Then I started calling contractors to fix the huge hole in the rear soffit.
One wanted to quote from a photo, which I sent, and then he suddenly doubled it when he realized there was a squirrel-sized opening in the front soffit. He kept sending texts. "See you tomorrow." "I need your address."
The next guy...he strung me along on Weds (he managed to swing by and see the large hole) but then prolonged any commitment. "Oh, I'll be there Thurs."
"No wait, Friday."
This morning I CALLED and left a message. He said 1:30, then said 2:30. He showed up at 3.
He assessed both spots, took a look at my materials stash in the garage, said he'd be back at 9:30 am. "No later than 10."
I'd just call the short-statured young man I used before, who always does show up, but...he'd told me the squirrel hole was "just a shadow" and declined to repair it last year.