DH had to be up at 5 this morning as he was visiting a Client's site. He was still working at 11 last night, and I don't know what time he came to bed.
I hd a restless night. I had one very involved dream, in which someone was shouting something about an Adventure; but the last syllable of the word went really funny, and they shouted "Ad-vent-u-eeow-eeow-eoowo---eoooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwwww". I woke up with a start, to hear one of my cats making That Noise.
I lay in bed for a couple of seconds, trying to work out if I could possibly manage to go back to sleep without having to get up and find Whatever It Was that they would have brought in. After a a very short space of time, I realised that it was actually *both* cats making the noise, which meant it wasn't going to be a Mouse after all. I leapt up and ran to the top of the stair, to see two cats running ahead of me. Izzy was still on the Landing, so it meant we had another cat in.
Washburn was under the kitchen table, still making that godawful sound, when I got there, and I had to look around for the Visitor. Found him in the living room, looking a bit confused. He was a very smart cat, quite chubby and well cared for, and he wasn't in the least aggressive or upset. He looked a bit like a cat in a tuxedo. Smart, black back, little white triangle on his chest.
He had a nametag on. I tried to read it but gave up because (a) it was small , (b) I didn't have my glasses on, (c) I was still half asleep and was really struggling to focus on the job in hand. I suspect he may have come in to our cat flap either through confusion or just out of interest, rather than to lay claim to the territory.
I showed him the cat flap. I don't mean that in the "I showed him the door" way. I mean, I pointed the cat flap out to him, and when he didn't understand, I held it open for him. He went quietly.
I went back to bed, it was just gone 2am. I awoke several times, certain that the cats were yowling again. They weren't.
I wish I had bothered to look at his nametag now, in case the poor lad was lost. I hope he doesn't come back (unless he is lost, of course, in which case I hope he does). I'd like to continue to think well of him, and I don't like having to deal with maurauding feline invaders.
I hd a restless night. I had one very involved dream, in which someone was shouting something about an Adventure; but the last syllable of the word went really funny, and they shouted "Ad-vent-u-eeow-eeow-eoowo---eoooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwwww". I woke up with a start, to hear one of my cats making That Noise.
I lay in bed for a couple of seconds, trying to work out if I could possibly manage to go back to sleep without having to get up and find Whatever It Was that they would have brought in. After a a very short space of time, I realised that it was actually *both* cats making the noise, which meant it wasn't going to be a Mouse after all. I leapt up and ran to the top of the stair, to see two cats running ahead of me. Izzy was still on the Landing, so it meant we had another cat in.
Washburn was under the kitchen table, still making that godawful sound, when I got there, and I had to look around for the Visitor. Found him in the living room, looking a bit confused. He was a very smart cat, quite chubby and well cared for, and he wasn't in the least aggressive or upset. He looked a bit like a cat in a tuxedo. Smart, black back, little white triangle on his chest.
He had a nametag on. I tried to read it but gave up because (a) it was small , (b) I didn't have my glasses on, (c) I was still half asleep and was really struggling to focus on the job in hand. I suspect he may have come in to our cat flap either through confusion or just out of interest, rather than to lay claim to the territory.
I showed him the cat flap. I don't mean that in the "I showed him the door" way. I mean, I pointed the cat flap out to him, and when he didn't understand, I held it open for him. He went quietly.
I went back to bed, it was just gone 2am. I awoke several times, certain that the cats were yowling again. They weren't.
I wish I had bothered to look at his nametag now, in case the poor lad was lost. I hope he doesn't come back (unless he is lost, of course, in which case I hope he does). I'd like to continue to think well of him, and I don't like having to deal with maurauding feline invaders.
