The house is starting to make echoey noises and we've discovered a cat we never knew we had. His name is Greystoke and he is a furry bowling ball. Seebs thinks he remembers getting a similar-looking kitten some time in the past, but it escaped into the mountain of empty Mountain Dew 24-pack cubes and was never heard from again. We think Stokes was living on dust bunnies and broken fax machine parts. It would explain his girth.
Also, it turns out there are stairs in our house. Not, as previously assumed, a paper-strewn ramp with a railing.
Here's some stuff Rah found and left outside my door. I am forcibly reminded of the rock piles in the Blair Witch Project. The booklet is a religious pamphlet that somehow ended up in our house. How did it happen? No clue. I just hope we don't find any skeletal Mormons in the basement, or I'm going to have to move again >,<