Due to my recent re-addiction to Ale8, a caffeine-loaded Kentucky favorite, I am still awake. Which is why I was able to hear the rustling in the living room. Followed by louder rustling. And then hissing. And things crashing. Assuming that the cats were a) fighting, b) getting into something they shouldn't or c) causing general chaos and destruction in the middle of the night for fun, I didn't do much about it. I just angled my head in the direction of the living room and called out, "You'd better quit or the breakfast fairy will NOT be coming in the morning!" The noises stopped. Because my cats totally understand English. And are very good and intelligent in every way. (I know, I know, the crazy cat lady plaque will be arriving Monday.)
I had just turned back to my book when I heard the rustling again, and a little sigh. I glanced over to see Kody at the bedroom door, completely tangled up in the handles of a gift bag. Two front legs. Neck. And the look on his face was priceless! Pure, "Yeah, um, I'm going to need you to do something about this. And if you laugh, I'll be sure to knock the litter box over sometime during the night!" And since he is the coolest cat in the world, he just stood there, let me untangle him without further freak out, and jumped into the bed.
I think he was more embarrassed than anything else...
To my credit, I did not laugh. And I refrained from picture taking until he was freed. Because I'm nice like that. And because I don't want to be cleaning a dumped over litter box by 3am, as I'm sure he would have done (with the help of his partners in crime) if I had drawn out his embarrassment. And, yes, I AM a crazy cat lady anthropomorphizing her cats at 1am. What's wrong with that??? :)
1 responses:
AAAW! Poor Kody! What a lucky guy he is to have such an understanding Kitty Mama.
You're better than me. I am so quick to grab the camera and document the embarrassment.
Post a Comment