So, the building work on our street advanced faster than we realised and unbeknownst to us, they started pouring concrete and plan to continue tomorrow.
BuggersMoggy is a sensible old soul usually but wet concrete = burnt paws training is one thing that didn't seem to take. He is fascinated with the bloody stuff. 
Thus he's on a last minute trip to the cattery as I have to go away tonight and will worry sick if I leave him. Normally he'd be left with an automatic feeder & a friendly human would pop in if we were away for more than an overnight.
It's going to go horribly wrong isn't it? 