We had a very interesting night last night.
I was in bed, sleeping. K had just finished putting the pups in the kitchen (shut off by a metal baby gate) and was in the bathroom getting ready for bed. When all of a sudden we hear a crash and then the alarm goes off. I have never heard the alarm go off before and didn’t realize what an awful, ear-piercing noise it was. Ow. I sit straight up in bed and k comes running out of the bathroom saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay.” He runs out to shut the alarm off. Meanwhile, Elvis comes running back to the bedroom and hops up in bed with me, shaking, looking at me with his sad puppy eyes. Uma is turning in circles, not sure what to do. And, there are 2 cats cuddled next to me, unsure of what is going on. Good to know that in the case an intruder does come into the house, this is what the animals will be doing. That’s for being protective, zoo.
K finally gets the alarm off and I start to calm all the animals down. Apparently, a cat was jumping over the baby gate and knocked it down, and the crash set the alarm off. Heart.attack. Whoa baby, stay in.
The animals were not willing to be calmed down and insisted on staying in bed with me. K was on the phone with the alarm company and, after a few minutes, the house was finally quiet. I got out of bed to take Elvis back to the kitchen, when Oskar starts running down the hall, finally realizing he’s “free.” Poor thing can hardly hear anymore and I’m pretty sure he slept through all of that. I corral Elvis and Oskar back into the kitchen and lock them up, both staring at me with sad puppy eyes. Then, I finally get Uma to lay down. I get into bed and of course, can’t fall sleep. Nothing like a high-pitched squeal at midnight to wake you up. Thanks, cats.
I’m finally in bed and cozy when I hear a bell. Stupid cats. They found a cat toy. Of course, because they are now awake too and why wouldn’t they want to play?! I hear the cat toy being batted around the hardwood floors and hit into walls for about 10 minutes. Then, I hear dog-cat #2 running, nope galloping, down the hall with the cat toy in his mouth, jingling. He comes into our room, by throwing his entire body into the door (nothing like a grand entrance) and jumps on the bed. As he lands, he spits the cat toy out and it lands on my belly. Then, he proceeds to hunt and attack it. On.my.belly. I throw the cat toy off and he follows. Because now I’ve just started a ravishing game of fetch, you know, because we’re all awake and ready to play. Lovely. This goes on for a few minutes and he finally gets bored and lays down. Thank you, dog-cat #2.
From now until morning, every time I move or roll over, which let’s face it is about every 3 minutes, I hear a bell. The cat toy was still in bed with us. I tried looking for it but no such luck. Thankfully, dog-cat #2 was pretty exhausted and did not want to play anymore.
When I woke up this morning, I found the cat toy. Under the covers. By my belly. Really cat? How did it get there?! This is the second time the dog-cats have brought the baby a “present.” And, left it under the covers. Weasels.
And, as soon as I threw the cat toy off the bed, dog-cat #2 was all over it. Nuzzling it, like he missed it. Stupid cat, you are the one that put it there. You knew where it was. And, I’m pretty sure you slept on the bed with me all night and could hear the thing jingling whenever I moved. Ugh.
When I woke up today, I almost (*almost*) felt like that was a dream. But no. I did really all happen. All of it. Last night. Yep. What a fun evening. I think I may take a nap today. Minus the dog-cats and cat toys.
Anything exciting happen to you last night? Let’s hope for a more peaceful evening tonight. Fingers crossed!
Enjoy your day,