It began innocently enough. Tuesday night I went to bed at 10:30. Yes, not only did I get into bed, I fell asleep. I stirred when hubby arrived around 11:30, but fell back to sleep quick enough.
I was awakened from a dream by this… “Hunnnnh. Hunnnnh. Hunnnnh.” It came from beneath the bird cage. The birds began to flap and squawk at the tops of their little air sacs. The dog rushed in from the hallway, barking at the unexplained noise. The source of the hacking, Ichi-ban, leaped onto my feet, still hacking away on my duvet.
After grabbing the heaving cat, I flipped on the light to avoid stepping in anything untoward and flew down the stairs with the dog at my side, slid open the sliding door that keeps the dog out of the living room, unlocked the front door and tossed the cat outside. I grabbed a handful of old towels and carpet cleaner, cleaned up the hairballs under the birdcage, ran back downstairs and tossed everything into the washing machine and left it for morning.
When I returned to the bedroom, I glanced at the clock. It was only 1:30 a.m. Jeez Louise! All that hacking couldn’t wait until sunrise?
Hubby hadn’t moved a muscle.
I finally drifted off around 4 a.m.
Last night was a repeat of the same. This time hubby woke up but he had to present at a seminar in the morning so there you go. I’ve slept maybe 5-6 hours in two nights. I tell you, Ichi is worse than a baby. He sleeps all day and then wants you to either do stuff with him all night or clean up hair balls all night.
Lock him outside, you say?
Can’t because of the raccoon situation. Already spent a fortune on vet bills because of a single close encounter with a raccoon which involved a discharging of the raccoon’s anal glands all over the cat. No, you don’t want to know. A skunk smells like sugar cookies in comparison.
Hey… yesterday was fun. We oughta group watch The Walking Dead. Too bad we’re in different time zones!