Journal, it is worse than I feared. Horgan locked the cat food in the gun safe. The cat sitter is Mrs. Higgsbottom from the library. She arrives at 9 pm, feeds us, reads us a story, and goes to bed. She locks herself in the guest room–where all the gear is!! Then she leaves at 7 am. Locking the door behind her.
We have fourteen hours until she returns. Lester thinks he can pick the lock to the gear room (a.k.a. guest bedroom) with a toothpick he found in the trash can. Pfizz and I will work on the gun safe–Pfizz still has his can opener.
Cleo said she would take a nap.
At least he left us the computer. Google “lock picking”….