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Look at that face. Unrepentant. Pissed, even.
That is the face of a cat who caught what I thought was a mouse at 1:00 a.m. and taxes all over the house, him growling, it squeak. It took over an hour to make him drop it. I covered it quickly so I could dispose of it later (it being the middle of the night and me being excited).
Rufus ran upstairs. I followed more slowly with Tessa and arrived in the living room to see his hindquarters going out the window.
Look again at the photo. See the hole at bottom left?
I thought I was tired. That's before I ended up on the street at 2 a.m., barefoot and in my nightie, wrangling an angry cat.
By the way, it wasn't a mouse. It was a BIRD.
How did he catch a bird in our house? He's not talking.
3 comments:
Ha ha, you have an orange monster. The other kind is the dog who gets you up in the middle of the night to let her cat in; the cat that refused to come in when you went to bed.
So the cat made the hole in the glass? Or....? Our visiting dog kept trying to get us to let her out in the night; what she wanted was to lie on the porch half in and half out of the door. Fine if you are comfortable with sleeping with an open door in the city, turns out we are not. We finally said NO and shut the outside and the bedroom doors - got up to an amazing flood of dog diarrhea on the carpet outside the door. So she TRIED to tell us, our bad.
Ceci
Cat pushed his big old head through the screen and went walkabout. Now dealing with a heatwave and a closed window because I need to repair the screen. Good thing he's cute.
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