We live in a 100-year-old bungalow, and it seems something always needs to be repaired. I'd scheduled a plumber to come in last Friday for two "simple" repairs, replace the stopper in a bathtub and repair the leaking kitchen faucet.
Jim and I each use a different bathroom, and his tub has always drained slowly. The plumber suggested snaking out the pipes. After he did, he started work on the kitchen sink and Jim used the shower.
Imagine my surprise when water started coming through the ceiling! The old pipes had (or was) cracked and it leaked. We had to replace the entire trap.
The cats each had a different reaction to the plumber. Sadie disappeared. Tucker sat in the dining room, observing from a distance. He sat next to his yarn ball the entire time.
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Benny was curious about the plumber and hung around. A few times, he dashed up the stairs next to him. A couple of times, he got scared and had a tail puff (see photo below).
Needless to say, Jim and I are glad this adventure is over.