I woke up to the crashing sounds of items falling off my nightstand. There was a blur of white fuzz and then Small standing in the bedroom doorway.
"It wasn't me. It's not our cats."
That took me a moment, it was after all 3 am. I asked him what he meant. "Those aren't our cats." I got up out of bed and followed him into the living room. There was a very large orange and white Tom cat sitting on top of the chicken brooder cage. I stomped my foot and yelled get. The cat took off, then stopped. I ran the other direction, stomped and yelled get. It ran the other direction. A third time, and it squeezed back out the window.
I never found the black cat that Small says was also in the house. Could still be in here, as we shut the windows because of the incoming rain.
At least it wasn't something like a skunk or possum!
ReplyDeleteCould be an interesting way to wake up at 3 a.m., though!
Just never know what may drop in for a visit, do ya?
I thought animals trying to attack the chicks outside was bad. Any idea who it might belong to?
ReplyDeleteThe Tom I saw belongs to the neighbor across the way. And the Black cat I never found belongs to the Horse neighbors.
ReplyDeleteNever a dull moment out at your place!
ReplyDeletescifi, sometimes I long for those dull moments
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