I took vacation this week to really give the place a going over, get the yard in shape, and just hang out with the cats and watch a few sunsets. Well, part of my indoor winter projects was putting in a "real" dishwasher, replacing the portable one that I have.
Today I got rid of a bunch of stuff in the walkin closet, and decided to put the old portable dishwasher in there, just in case the new one decided to break down (which they WILL do) In this case, portable just means "not attached to the house", because it weighs nearly 40 pounds. As I set it down in the closet and pushed it toward the wall, I hear the screeching, squawling sound of a smooshed cat.
I snatched the dishwasher up off the floor, pulling a muscle in my back in the process, and the first thing that I noticed was....there was no cat there. Then, standing up, I wacked my head on the overhead shelf in the closet and knocked myself about half silly....which in turn, bumped the motorcycle helmet off the shelf, which landed right on the thumb of my right hand, which was still holding the dishwasher.....then it went bouncing out the closet door, bowling for kitties.....who instantly scattered to the four winds.
Long story short...the sound that I heard was the rubber legs of the dishwasher squeaking on the vinyl flooring. I know because I did it again when I was trying to put it back....only this time I didn't panic.
I'm sitting down having a cup of tea, I'll work on the house project more tonight....maybe tomorrow.