We heard some new and different scrabbling-about noises from the kitchen. Eventually, I crept over to the washing machine and looked in. Sure enough, a black cat peered up at me with green glowing eyes, atop the unwashed clothes inside. We could not find the camera before he exited like a furry slinky. A few minutes later, more thumping about. This time, camera in hand, he was not in the drum. No, he'd gotten himself in the cabinet under the sink. His head popped out, then withdrew as the spring loaded hinge resisted, like a star avoiding the paparazzi. We are now giggling uncontrollably as he scratches, gets his nose out again, and I give him a hand. While hitting the button.
Keeping the washing machine lid closed from now on, because while we don't think he'd use it as a litter box, we'd hate to find out we were wrong.
The Ikea lamp we were given as a gift finally broke. No really, it did. So cheap, except that they no doubt paid way too much for it. And I hate the crap, don't like how it looks at all. I've leafed through the catalogue in waiting rooms and in the lounge at work, and there is never a thing in there that appeals in any way at all. But then, I've always detested "Danish Modern" as a style, if you can call it that. Supposed to be clean lines and simple, but to me it always looked clunky and dull. Japanese intentions but with all the wrong colors and proportions.
So, we got a lamp to replace it, very simple, a frosted glass column on a flat base. Way too simple to need assembly instructions. But then, I never understood why Wetnaps needed instructions either. (Open package, remove Wetnap, use.)