"THWUMP! Scratch, Scratch, Scratch. :nails on blackboard: BUMP. THWAP! Snort, Meow!"
This is the noise that woke me up at 3am this morning. Carl, in his infinite cat wisdom, has not figured out that he can't scratch through the window. It was like watching my baby brother when he was convinced he could get to China if he dug a big enough hole in the backyard.
Here in South Florida, we have a bagillion lizards, ghekos actually, and they all seem to congregate on my master bedroom window every night. Since none of them are phased by Carl's loud insistance that he will eventually eat them, I am left to assume that this is their happy hour. Hang out on the window, poke fun at the silly fluffy mammel, I can't blame them for enjoying having the upper hand for once.
And I can't really blaim Carl. Normally his toys don't play back, but these little creatures run all over the window, providing hours of sheer entertainment! It's like a giant arcade game...he pounces, they move, he scratches, they meander along the glass. If I were him I would be excited too.
But is there anyway I can get the ghekos to come over during the day, when I am more than happy to allow Carl to attack the windows. At night I find it less than amusing.
This is the noise that woke me up at 3am this morning. Carl, in his infinite cat wisdom, has not figured out that he can't scratch through the window. It was like watching my baby brother when he was convinced he could get to China if he dug a big enough hole in the backyard.
Here in South Florida, we have a bagillion lizards, ghekos actually, and they all seem to congregate on my master bedroom window every night. Since none of them are phased by Carl's loud insistance that he will eventually eat them, I am left to assume that this is their happy hour. Hang out on the window, poke fun at the silly fluffy mammel, I can't blame them for enjoying having the upper hand for once.
And I can't really blaim Carl. Normally his toys don't play back, but these little creatures run all over the window, providing hours of sheer entertainment! It's like a giant arcade game...he pounces, they move, he scratches, they meander along the glass. If I were him I would be excited too.
But is there anyway I can get the ghekos to come over during the day, when I am more than happy to allow Carl to attack the windows. At night I find it less than amusing.