A cat howls in the night
Or was it the we hours of the morning. I have no idea what time it was but it was dang early. I say to her, “Grace, what do you want?” All she does is change her tone for awhile. Then she runs through the house full speed, jumps on the middle of the bed from the door frame (remember she’s “blind” and imagine me rolling my eyes) and then around the room, jumps down. Then repeat. She is only 5 lbs. so it’s not too terrible and after awhile you learn to sleep through the craziness. This happens 5-6 nights of the week. Today….oh today I wake up and sit straight up because the sun is shining in…it must be 6:30-7am, surely it is. Nope. It’s 5:30am. I am not even kidding you when I say she is staring at her distant relative on my wall and serenading it. I’m thinking, my cat is mad. Chloe and I are doomed. She really is plotting my demise. She talks to the relative for over an hour. I mean it was not crying, or meowing, it was a cat howling. I have never heard anything quite like it and I have had a lot of cats in my years. I am thinking it must be some kind of war song to get in touch with her instincts. I seriously believe she was kept in the dark and in a cage until I rescued the beautiful little soul. Let’s pray she does not suck my soul out in my sleep. Or as my grandad always said “she will steal your breath while you sleep.
Currently the little sponge is watching the dryer go in circles, round and round we go. I hope it hypnotizes her into forgetting whatever madness she created this morning with that serenade. Whew it was a doozy. Evidently it was a hard day…get your rest little grasshopper. We have a lot left to teach you!