Hi! It's me, BJ, the cat! Well, yesterday was election day here in Ontario, Canada, and my parents, were involved in getting the vote out. They also offered our house to be one of the host houses.
This surely spelled trouble for me.
A host house is when an individual's house becomes a mini command central on election day. It serves as a central meeting place for the volunteers who are working the polls in the related riding. This means that people have a place to get their instructions, use the phone, washroom, have lunch and dinner, take a break, get a drink and a snack. It becomes their home away from home.
This also means that I got to spend my day hiding out in the basement, in my snuggly place, with my litter, my food, and my water. This also meant that I was subjected to loud blaring stereo music, altering between heavy rock and soothing classical.
And they kept ringing that darned doorbell! Now that really makes my fur stand up!
This entire day lasted from about 8 o'clock in the morning, til my folks got home around 1AM. Then I quietly creeped back upstairs and crawled into bed with my 2 favourite people.
p.s. - my folks were out so late because they were celebrating!!!!! Yay to our lady who took Barrie!!!