Also, cats who have a neurosis which leads them to obsessively pee in a corner of the hallway and reflooring said hallway? Not such a great combination, either. Mrs. Nator learned both of these lessons the hard way, and now has some convoluted faux-baby-gate system comprise of binder clips and a tatami mat walling off the entrance to our apartment. One can only hope a better solution will be reached in the fullness of time.
Secondly, to those of you who thought my comments about having a cat on my head were just cute turns of phrase? I give you the sordid evidence:
I'm pretty sure this is illegal in 40 states.