When Mr. MG was sanding the drywall mud ( with me assisting) we had a curtain of plastic hanging here to keep the dust from spreading to the rest of the house. Ha! Within a couple of days the felines had shredded it, and also done a bang-up job of perforating all the plastic we laid over the floor upstairs. And then they ate some. And then they had a barf party all over the house.
When the drywall stuff was done, we rolled up the floor covering and cleaned up the dust. Then it was time to re-plastic the floors for painting. Now, a little dust on the carpet is no big deal, but if the cats rip up the plastic and I drip paint…well that’s a disaster right there. So I got a couple of baby gates and put them in the way.
The gates stopped them for a little while.
Then the younger of the two figured out that she could leap the nine feet up to climb over. I came out of the shower to find her looking out at me from between the paint buckets. “Crap! The jig is up!” and she bolted down the stairs and knocked the top gate down with a thunderous cacophony, waking up everyone else in the house. So I got a third gate. They completely blocked the stairwell now.
It stopped feline intrusion, but it also blocked us. It is fun to either climb between the top and bottom gates or remove the bottom om one and do the limbo every time I need something from upstairs. Running all the hooligans through baths and showers is a lot of fun, too. Add to that the fact that there are no lights in the ceiling yet and the Pacific Northwest dark is setting in, and you have a recipe for disaster. It is like a boot camp obstacle course.
They never have cats on the set of HGTV shows. Now I know why.