On this day after Christmas, I give you the gift of laughter. Laughter at my long-ago pain. You’re welcome.
It’s 2005, a year of very little rest, but at 4 am in the Dunlevy house tonight, everyone is soundly and thankfully asleep.
Suddenly there is a loud screaming. Nate and Deb jerk awake. The baby? No, there it is again…it’s a cat yowling. In our hallway.
Nate jumps up. It’s not unheard of for us to leave the window in the office open so our cats can go outside at night. It’s not unheard of for a stray cat to come in the window and try to steal cat food or dig in the trash. Nate will just shoo the cat out the window again.
He tries this. The cat runs to the office. It leaps for the window. It totally misses the opening and crashes into the window. It tries again. Crash, into the window. Desperate, it tries one more time. Still can’t seem to find the opening. (Is this a cat or a bird?) In utter terror, it runs…into our bedroom and under our bed. How stupid is this cat?
Deb gets up and goes to the bathroom while Nate attempts to fish the cat out from under the bed with a broom. He finally concludes it must have run out because he can’t see it anymore. Deb returns to the bedroom, just in time to encounter and step on the cat as it emerges from under the bed.
They both yell. The cat runs. In a vain attempt to escape the two cats who live here and are spitting at him, he runs straight at Ellie’s door (which is fortunately shut) climbs nearly to the ceiling before falling. Deb quickly closes the bedroom door so the cat can’t return to his hiding place under the bed.
Thump, thump, thump, slam, thump.
After two more unsuccessful attempts on the part of the cat to escape out the window, Nate grabs him and throws him out the wide opening.
Shutting the window, Nate returns to bed, and all attempt to salvage a night’s sleep.
I have a baby to steal my sleep now. Remind me why we wanted to have cats?