And he did.
I would occasionally go out to his garage just to check on him and progress was definitely being made. Screwing and sawing away, he and his tools continued to buzz for most of that morning.
However, after I finished my chores, I decided to pay him another visit. Greeted with, "Hon, give me a hand moving this one outside...they're kind of heavy so be careful." After lifting my end of the darn thing, I just had to open my big mouth and ask...
"Hey, Honey, when you go there on Friday, who is going to lift these up into the attic hatch? They really are heavy, you know!"
(Psst...Let me interject here and say that the hatchway to their attic is located in the sun-room which has a cathedral ceiling. So we're talking at least 12' off the floor.)
"Really?, I exclaimed. Do you think that's doable? They weigh a ton!"
The Pres, aka Muscles, answered with a resounding, "Yep...no problem."
Well, although I wasn't there that day because I was home with the dogs, it really didn't go quite as simply as he expected. However, they got all the eight foot catwalks in place and the plywood secured on top. It is more than wide enough to walk on and sturdy as could be. Now they (my daughter and her Honey) are ready to blow in their insulation.
One more thing. When I was telling a friend of mine at the gym about the catwalks my honey built, she said, "How nice of him to build catwalks for their cat." She thought these were being placed on the roof edge so the cat can enjoy the view of the bay!! How cute was that??