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The last twenty-four hours have been a lot more cat-centered than I really want life to be.
7 PM: I'm trying to write. Enter Mop (large tortie/part Wegie or Maine Coon), meowing frantically. I know that sound--it means "I have a bird! Me! I got one!" I try to save the bird, she dashes upstairs and dumps it in the bedroom. I grab her and close the door. She continues the bird meow, with pawing at the door added in. She has almost no teeth and I think no idea that she should kill a bird, but she knows she wants it. I go back to writing.
2 AM: I'm sleeping. Wakened by sound of Mop hissing from where she's cuddled by my knees. I know that sound, too--"Brutus (large tomcat, not ours, who thinks all houses are his) is in the house! Brutus is in the ROOM!") I get up, chase Brutus downstairs, open door, and BC (former outside cat also inclined to fight with Mop in the bedroom) comes in. I put BC back outside, look under furniture for Brutus, finally find him by back cat door. I invite him to go out and he yowls, so I open the door and give him a very gentle but firm shove. I go back to trying to sleep (taking along a cup of hot chocolate--well, I'm up anyhow).
5:30 AM: I'm sleeping. Wakened by sound of Mop yurking on floor by bed. I know that sound--"Hairball coming! On the rug!" I get up, clean up hairball. Notice Mop is sitting outside closed door of room where bird was stashed, but couldn't be found earlier, when we went back in to try to rescue it. I check that door is still securely shut, in case bird has reappeared. I go back to sleep.
6:45 AM: I'm sleeping. Bill starts calling "I've found the bird!" We move the speakers and tuner, drag various books away, and find the bird. I open the window and Bill puts it out, where it flies away. I give up on sleep and go down to eat breakfast.
8 AM: I'm eating breakfast, as are Mop and BC (Brutus is not invited to meals). I hear low growling rising to yowl. Sound of imminent cat fight. I remove all cats, through various catdoors) and go back to breakfast.
I wonder if it's like this for the Pope?
7 PM: I'm trying to write. Enter Mop (large tortie/part Wegie or Maine Coon), meowing frantically. I know that sound--it means "I have a bird! Me! I got one!" I try to save the bird, she dashes upstairs and dumps it in the bedroom. I grab her and close the door. She continues the bird meow, with pawing at the door added in. She has almost no teeth and I think no idea that she should kill a bird, but she knows she wants it. I go back to writing.
2 AM: I'm sleeping. Wakened by sound of Mop hissing from where she's cuddled by my knees. I know that sound, too--"Brutus (large tomcat, not ours, who thinks all houses are his) is in the house! Brutus is in the ROOM!") I get up, chase Brutus downstairs, open door, and BC (former outside cat also inclined to fight with Mop in the bedroom) comes in. I put BC back outside, look under furniture for Brutus, finally find him by back cat door. I invite him to go out and he yowls, so I open the door and give him a very gentle but firm shove. I go back to trying to sleep (taking along a cup of hot chocolate--well, I'm up anyhow).
5:30 AM: I'm sleeping. Wakened by sound of Mop yurking on floor by bed. I know that sound--"Hairball coming! On the rug!" I get up, clean up hairball. Notice Mop is sitting outside closed door of room where bird was stashed, but couldn't be found earlier, when we went back in to try to rescue it. I check that door is still securely shut, in case bird has reappeared. I go back to sleep.
6:45 AM: I'm sleeping. Bill starts calling "I've found the bird!" We move the speakers and tuner, drag various books away, and find the bird. I open the window and Bill puts it out, where it flies away. I give up on sleep and go down to eat breakfast.
8 AM: I'm eating breakfast, as are Mop and BC (Brutus is not invited to meals). I hear low growling rising to yowl. Sound of imminent cat fight. I remove all cats, through various catdoors) and go back to breakfast.
I wonder if it's like this for the Pope?