I finally got a good night's sleep. I simply shut the bedroom door. Well, it really wasn't that simple. Dash was on to me way before I went to bed. He kept following me around, and darting into the bedroom just in case I stayed in there. Now I'm adding mind reader to his list of abilities.
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| Shutting out the cats |
When in doubt, or need, get out the chicken treats. Everybody but Chance loves them and will come out of hiding; in from outside; or just gather in one place for a head count. I needed a diversion and to keep them in one spot, so I pulled out the treat bag and shook it for good measure. They all came running.
While they were distracted with the goodies, I tossed the bag into the cupboard; slammed the door shut; hit the light switch then ran like hell into the bedroom and quickly closed the door. I also peeked under the bed in case I had miscounted. I was alone.
Success.
It didn't take long for them to figure out they had been betrayed. For awhile, there were plaintive yowls and paws appearing under the door, and somebody was trying to pull the lever down to open the door. Yes, they have figured out how the levers work. Whomever designed those things did not have a clever animal or toddler in their lives.
Jack learned early on, if he jumps up then slides down on the thing, the door magically opens up! As a result, all of our doors have huge claw marks and look like someone was imprisoned in our home against their will. Eli and Fancy reach waaaay up and pull down on the levers to, hopefully, gain freedom. Dash is a little too short to reach them but it's only a matter of time.
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| What? Did you think I was lying? |
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| Pretty soon I will be big enough to bust outa here... |
After a few body slams on the door for effect, they eventually gave up and let me sleep. It was great. No tiny paw up my nose. No vampire bites. No cats ricocheting off my body. No spats and no noise. They saved it all up for this morning.
As I was awakened by the beeping of the garbage truck outside the window, I also heard some odd banging sounds. For some reason, in this house, the acoustics are such that a noise generated from across the house can sound like someone breaking into any room you're in. I could have sworn someone was knocking on the wall outside the bedroom.
Now, our neighbors are known to insert themselves into our business - well they think our property is theirs, too. It is not. I wouldn't put it past them to go knocking on our walls; checking for termites or whatever one does when they knock on walls. It was the first thing that came to mind. When I discovered the source of the noise, I was ever so glad I hadn't called the police.
I'm not quite sure what happened here, but I know it involved a cat. And also pretty sure the one standing there looking at the chair had something to do with it. In any event, it was the source of the banging I heard.
Another way I had to pay for having the audacity to want to sleep sans cats, was everyone was discombobulated. They were all standing around waiting for an explanation. I also discovered Chance had peed on the floor, next to one of THREE litter boxes in the vicinity of the errant pee. It wasn't enough I had to scold him and remind him for the 1,473rd time he was to use a litter box, Fancy decided to "help" me reprimand his naughty brother. After lots of hissing and boxing, I rescued Chance and put him in the front room.
Where was Fancy when I needed some backup disciplining two kids...
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| I will always have your back. |
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