We Are Not Amused

Was outside in my bare feet & my blue flannel moon & stars jammies early this morning ~ 2:45 AM ~ chasing cats out of the yard.

A scruffy, mangy Tom with chewed, frost-bitten ears has been hanging around the area for the last few years, & the DemonSpawn has had more than one "episode" with him, including several scrapes this summer.

This cat was caterwauling so loudly in the back yard ~ at 2:45 AM ~ that at first I thought it was a police siren. Yes, that loudly.

So outside I was, running around in the dew-filled grass, chasing the cat whilst trying to yell quietly so as not to wake the neighbours. Have you ever tried to yell quietly? It's not as easy as it sounds.

Remember those cartoon ~ mayhaps Warner Brothers ~ of cats sitting on a fence howling getting shoes thrown at them? Anyone? I always thought they were a gross exaggeration, an immense leap of someones imagination, not based in reality in the least.


I thought wrong.