Rude Awakening

This morning I was abruptly torn from my sweet, peaceful slumber by a sudden crashing sound followed immediately by my dog jumping up and cowering in fear in the corner of the couch and an irritatingly loud and incessantly repetitive high-pitched squeaking. (Yes, I’m on the couch — those cold germies!)

The combination of noises and actions caused me to bolt immediately upright, and after a few seconds of orientating myself from sleepyland, realized the master mouser of the house is at it again. I fumbled about for my phone and turned on the flashlight, looked at my scaredy-dog with a bit of disappointment, slid my feet into my slippers and wandered slowly into the dining room to survey the situation.

Yep. There sits my daughter’s cat, crouched down in front of the radiator waiting, rather impatiently, for the wailing mouse within to be dumb enough to try to come back out and “play.” Good times.

It’s 6:30 am at this point. My dog, wanting no part of any of this, hightails it up the stairs. Evidently too traumatized to follow me to the kitchen so she can go out and empty her bladder like she usually does. Oh well. Time to make the coffee then since I’m never going to be able to get back to sleep now.

It’s been two hours since the rude awakening. The cats are now tag-teaming over this dang mouse. My wife’s cat is now at the helm in front of the radiator and my daughter’s cat is on back-up a few feet away under the table. Neither of them willing to divert their attention away from the radiator.

Yep, it’s gonna be a day. A day of mouse-hunting.

Ack! They just chased it into the living room! Here we goooo…

Happy First Day of Spring!

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