Last night Lucy managed to get into the attic storage space and from there, under the floor. I heard her crying from downstairs (she is LOUD). In a panic (with visions of calling Frank the Contractor to come and rip up the floor in the middle of the night), I moved boxes and ripped out insulation to see how to get her out. I finally got a flashlight and got her to follow the light out (crying the entire time). I still can’t figure out how she got in there. If the cats have learned to work doorknobs, we’re in Serious Trouble. Also, insulation is itchy and bad for one’s lungs.