I should take a picture of the inside of my dad's wood working shed the next time I'm visiting. I call it his death trap. He swears it is not that bad and then asks me to go find stuff in it all the time.
I offer to help him clean it up, but he never takes me up on it. Maybe I will just go do it when hes not home one day...
Oh, and I don't see a cat. I hope to this is because there really isn't a cat in there.
