The other day I thought I heard a cat scratching furniture upstairs so I crept stealth-like up the stairs to catch one of them in the act. As I reached the top of the stairs I realized the sound was coming from the roof. Tiny little feet running back and forth across the tiles. This all seemed very harmless to me and somewhat amusing until I tried to light a fire in the wood-burning stove a few days later and the living room filled with smoke. It seems that something (the cats are off the hook here) had built a nest in the chimney. Now it's too rainy to have anyone go up on the roof and clear out the chimney so I sit in the cold and envision being the owner of a BB gun.