I've spent this week tearing up carpet in our house and replacing it with laminate flooring. It's not gone nearly as smoothly as expected. You pick up a couple of the sample pieces in the store, and they seem to lock together easy peasy, but in practice the stuff is more temperamental. Add to that all the little things that the builder of the house fudged on, walls that aren't straight and various things you just have to deal with, like shifting furniture around and corralling pets, while working.
Speaking of pets, in addition to two dogs we have two cats, a brother and sister from the same litter. The female is a typical cat - aloof and will allow you to pet her when she wants and only the way she insists. Her brother is about twice her size (he's like a mini panther) and thinks he's a dog - always up in your grille, seeking attention. Sweetest cat you've ever seen. However, he's dumb as a bag of hammers. Seriously, I've seen this cat fall down the stairs more than once. I often refer to him as Baby Huey.
Well, the female cat went through a phase a while back, where she would urinate into one of the heating vents in the floor of the living room. Disgusting, I know. When I tore up the carpet, I had to cut out a section of the sub-floor around that vent and replace it, as well as a section of the ducting and the vent. A couple days later we noticed we hadn't seen Baby Huey lately. Then we started hearing him meowing, but couldn't find him.
Yup, you guessed it. After cutting out the section of sub-flooring to confirm how thick it was and leaving for the hardware to pick up a sheet, he seized the opportunity to go exploring between the floor joists between the living room and the finished basement. I came home, cut the replacement section and installed it, entombing him. I had all the laminate flooring down in the living room by the time we realized what he'd done. Luckily the main HVAC trunk runs through our unfinished laundry room (also in the basement), and I was able to shine a flashlight down the bulkhead through which it runs. I spotted his eyes peeking over a run of ducting that was blocking him from exiting into the laundry room.
Long story short - I've got new flooring in my living room and a new cat rescue hole in the ceiling of my finished basement. I'm fairly certain that Baby Huey learned nothing.