My Cats

Living with my cats is a special, life-affecting experience. Those of you who have had the pleasure know the quirks of the two darling furballs. This July, they will be 9 years old. Serendipity is a relatively dainty calico princess with a round moon kitten face. Her brother (believe it or not, same litter) Lennon is a monstrous pale ginger tiger cat with all the brains of a box of hammers. Together, they fight crime, con visitors, and fail in general cat behavior (I'll tell you some time about Lennon's game of Follow The Leader with a mouse.).

Not So Purrfect Night
Setting: My bedroom, way too late/early last night, dim with rain outside
Cast: Heroine (me), Serendipity (the Brains), Lennon (the Brawn)

Heroine: After three nights of Sera crawling under the covers and waking me up every morning around 5am, fidgeting, crawling back out, crawling back in, fidgeting, crawling back out... Wash, rinse, repeat... I think I'm going to shut the door and keep those pesky darlings out of my bed. *grunts while closing the door* Well, okay. The hanging armoire changes the fit a bit but it feels latched and, hey, that was my weight against it. Bedtime! *proceeds to burrow under blankets*

(THUD)

(THUD)

(THUD)

Heroine: *just getting drowsy* What the..? Is that..? Oh, God, I hope he doesn't do that all night. Lennon, knock it off!

(THUD)

(THUD)

(THU... squeeeaaak)

Heroine: ... You've got to be kidding me. I can't believe iOOOF, LENNON, GET OFF ME. SERA, THAT'S MY MOUTH. DAMMIT, CATS, I WORK AT 8AM.

(And they all eventually fell asleep until Sera decided to fidget...)

THE END.