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4:00 a.m. I am deep asleep when I feel a furry nudge on my arm. I sleepily raise my arm so one of my cats can burrow down under the blanket and snuggle at my side. I am still groggy, and I stroke the offered nose until there is a low growl. I stumble up to consciousness and turn on the bedside light, fan open the covers and see Bacardi's butt turned to me and her tail is twitching! I also realized that the blankets were moving, but the cat was not! I shreik, Mike jerks awake, and we both scramble for the safety of the floor. The blanket is now all the way down on the bed, and their are two lumps running around underneath, a small one (?) and a much bigger one.
My scream has alerted the Tag Team, and they come running, and now we have 4 kitties on top of the blanket, playing an active game of "Tag you're It" with the unknown entities underneath the blanket!
Mike "Well, are you going to lift the blanket and see what is going on under there?"
Me- "Nope, you are the MAN, you do it!"
Mike- "Why ME? (whining starting to creep into his voice) She's YOUR cat!"
Me- "Bluck...bluck..bluck" (translation- chicken noises)
Mike- "You calling me CHICKEN?"
Me- "Nope, I am calling myself a chicken!"
Finally, Mike gingerly takes the corner of the blanket in his fingers, and tells me to play "Round-up the Kitties" on the bed so we can see what Bacardi brought in to us from outside. I dump Kabota, Shredder, Kahuna and Scatter off the top of the bed, but they immediately jump back on the bed. This play is fun. By this time, Mike is muttering expletives underneath his breath, and so he just decides to flip the bedding, kitties and all. There is a tumble of kitties somersaulting all over the top of the bed anyway, so what is one more flip? There is fierce growling coming from underneath the covers, the type of growling that says "Stay away, this trophy is mine!"
I step back, Mike flips the covers, the four kitties go flying, and we see Bacardi with this HUGE shrew in her mouth. Bacardi looks at us as we steadily advance on her from each side, and then she leaps clear off the bed, and through the gaping hole in our wall, courtesy of remodelitis we have suffered of late.
I watch her fleeing back out the window with four..no make that five kitties now in hot pursuit. Our sheets are a mess, our blankets are no better and though it is a full hour before you usually call it a morning, we decide, going back to bed is not a good option! LOL
I bundle up the messy bedclothes and stuff them in the washer, and Mike heads for the shower. What a way to jump start your day!
My scream has alerted the Tag Team, and they come running, and now we have 4 kitties on top of the blanket, playing an active game of "Tag you're It" with the unknown entities underneath the blanket!
Mike "Well, are you going to lift the blanket and see what is going on under there?"
Me- "Nope, you are the MAN, you do it!"
Mike- "Why ME? (whining starting to creep into his voice) She's YOUR cat!"
Me- "Bluck...bluck..bluck" (translation- chicken noises)
Mike- "You calling me CHICKEN?"
Me- "Nope, I am calling myself a chicken!"
Finally, Mike gingerly takes the corner of the blanket in his fingers, and tells me to play "Round-up the Kitties" on the bed so we can see what Bacardi brought in to us from outside. I dump Kabota, Shredder, Kahuna and Scatter off the top of the bed, but they immediately jump back on the bed. This play is fun. By this time, Mike is muttering expletives underneath his breath, and so he just decides to flip the bedding, kitties and all. There is a tumble of kitties somersaulting all over the top of the bed anyway, so what is one more flip? There is fierce growling coming from underneath the covers, the type of growling that says "Stay away, this trophy is mine!"
I step back, Mike flips the covers, the four kitties go flying, and we see Bacardi with this HUGE shrew in her mouth. Bacardi looks at us as we steadily advance on her from each side, and then she leaps clear off the bed, and through the gaping hole in our wall, courtesy of remodelitis we have suffered of late.
I watch her fleeing back out the window with four..no make that five kitties now in hot pursuit. Our sheets are a mess, our blankets are no better and though it is a full hour before you usually call it a morning, we decide, going back to bed is not a good option! LOL
I bundle up the messy bedclothes and stuff them in the washer, and Mike heads for the shower. What a way to jump start your day!
