It was one of those evenings that the bed called out to me. "Phelan, come, lie down. You know I love you." How could I ever resist that kind of sweet talk? I carefully avoided stepping on the kittens that ran around like Mad hatters in the height of a cocaine high, and snuggled down into the deep down of the pillow top bed. ahhh. . . now this was the best part of life on the prairie, being able to put the day's work behind you. Fatigue so great that you never stop to silently toil with thoughts.
My eyes slowly flutter as my shoulder popped, and I roughly pushed against the muscles of my husband's back. It was all the energy I had left in my bruised and battered body. I was making a pathetic attempt at a massage, my sorry way of showing my appreciation. It felt like I had ridden a bull for the eight full seconds, but nothing so dramatic. In truth it was a day mixed with flu like symptoms, uncooperative fencing, and a lot of crawling. But it was enough to allow the drama queen to show her poutty face.
I quickly faded into the bed. No more thoughts, and too soon for explosive dreams. The floating sensation took over, and everything was peaceful. Suddenly I shot up from bed. Glass was shattering all over the kitchen. No one but me, and the now paralyzed kittens were awake. Even in my daze of sleepiness knew better than to attempt to wake my husband whose soft snores were the only sound I heard.
The gun isn't in my bedroom. A mistake that I should rectify. However, knives are scattered through out. And I prefer the safety that these provide me to feel. Gingerly I placed my foot down, the kittens were instantly reanimated, as the hurried to huddle around my feet. They had heard the glass breaking as well, and they knew that as long as I didn't step on them in the dark, that they were safe. I wanted to mumble, it is up to us team pussy, but restrained it and the giggle that I felt bubbling up. Throwing knife in hand I slowly pushed forward, into the kitchen. Nothing was moving. No strange shadows to declare an unusual presence. Quickly I flipped the light on.
The sink and floor was covered in glass, but the cabinet doors where shut, as were the other doors to the house. The dogs neglected to give off any kind of alarm as well. Suddenly there was a creaking noise to my side, a door was slowly opening. With a flash, the adult cat jumped out of the kitchen cabinet, glass coming down with her.
I grumbled as I cleaned up.
Team Pussy rules! FDL LMAO. That is too good. Sorry you had to clean up glass in the middle of the night. =/
What a great story! Like reading a book from the library...
You can really tell a story, Girl!
Wow, Phelan, you DO have a gift for words--I loved it--haha, Yes, all hail Team Pussy! :)
I will never live down team pussy, will I?
I think I would have peed myself had that happened to me. Thank goodness it was just the cat!
My wife ( Jo-Ann ) wanted to open a cat grooming and boarding place. She wanted to call it "Jo's Cat House and Pussy Emporium."
I'm thinking it would do pretty well.
Breaking glass: a good reason to keep slippers near the bed..
OMG--I just came back to check the comments this afternoon and I'm laughing harder now than when I first read this morning.
Between your never living down "team pussy" and Ablom's comment, I am rolling ;)
Now that I think about it, it probably wouldn't have been a bad thing to title the post "Team Pussy" and watch the blog hits go up ;)
I think you need to make a t-shirt. TEAM PUSSY
I'd grumble too
Let me guess at no time were your husband's snores even interupted? My husband's wouldn't have been.
Love it!!! Glad I'm not the only crazy women up in the farm house at night checking strange noises while husband and the kids are in bed. Another testament to the fact that cats and glass don't mix. Thanks for the laugh.
My husband and kids can sleep through anything. There is little point to wake him. I figure he gun going off would be a good enough alarm for him. ;)
I have a shirt from Sturgis (motorcycle rally) that says Black Hill Pussy Posse But I don't think it has anything to do with kittens ;)
Now that is a fantastic story. Edge of my seat! You should write books. You know, those guilty pleasure kind. :)
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