Mondays.

I came home from work today to find HB (hubby) carrying chicken wire through the kitchen and out the back door. I set my purse down and went outside to find out what was going on.
I noticed a kitten poking its head through the fence which was quickly followed by HB saying "call it!!"

Without a moment to spare I yelled, "MEOW, MEOW, MEOW!!!"
The orange cat squeezed its little body out from a small crack in our fence back into the yard.

That explains the chicken wire.

I went back into the house to start dinner. I watched outside as HB was cutting sections of wire to fill the spaces under the fence.
I could tell it wasn't going well; one indication that luck was not on his side was made apparent when the other cat (the black one) came crawling in from a missed gap under the fence and ran back up to the porch. I couldn't help but laugh as I saw HB pick up his chicken wire, mutter a few expletives and come back inside, through the house and out to the garage. 

After a few minutes HB came in and said, "I give up....I'm not a friggin' cat wrangler.." 

Tonight we learned a valuable lesson:  Cats are not meant to be kept; rather, they keep us.

Which is why I'm a dog person.