Stop that racket!

These have finally come home after years of living at church... (Pardon the grainy cell phone photos.)

Tyler of course had to try them out. As he began drumming, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a grey streak flying up the basement stairs. Then I looked over to see this...

Is that a displeased face or what? The cat seemed to think she was somehow being abused. She then proceeded to try to hide from the noise.

(And no, she's not supposed to be on the kitchen counter.) Being the kind owner that I am, I first laughed at her, took pictures of her, and generally made fun of her. Then I let her go hang out in the garage until Tyler stopped making that "terrible noise." Apparently not all the occupants of this house are as happy as Ty and I to have the drums back.