Saturday morning. Blair was out on his first ever 18-mile run. (He ended up running 18.6 and did great.) I was inside with a pulled hamstring, cleaning the house and trying not to pout about being unable to run. Side note: In what universe does Blair run 18.6 and I stay inside and clean?!?

Anway, I was in the kitchen when I heard this horrid, huge, rumbling sound. It's a sound I imagine one might hear before the earth opens and swallows them whole. Yes, it was THAT loud. And it went on and on. There were also scraping, crashing, "uh-oh, whatever that is it cannot be good" sounds mixed in. 

Naturally, my first thought was, "That damn cat." Then I wondered what on earth I had stacked so precariously that it could make such a noise when it fell. I went searching for debris and found it in our guest bathroom.