This morning as I shuffled out of bed to say goodbye to Paul as he left for work, I noticed that Evil Kitty was staring at a closed door. I figured she was doing that “I know that there’s something behind this door so I’ll just keep swishing my paw under it and I’ll get it” thing that cats often do.
I finished up barn chores, put the milk into the freezer to cool, made myself a pot of tea and sat down to catch up on my blog reading. Usually by this time, Evil Kitty and Susan are begging me to let them outside (meow, meow, meow, meow, will you get off the computer and let us OUT you sloth of a woman!). I heard some rustling downstairs so I went to see if Rhiannon was waking up. Sleepy daughter was still out cold (with her butt in the air….how do they sleep like that??) and I once again passed Evil Kitty staring at the closed door.
Go back upstairs to finish my tea and zone out at the computer when I catch a faint and muffled “Mauwwww……mauw….” Sounds like Susan. Hmmm….I haven’t seen her at all this morning, and now that I think about it, she wasn’t in bed with us last night either.
So back downstairs I go, calling the MIA kitty’s name. The muffled meowing is coming from the closed door. Which Evil Kitty is still staring at. I open the door and out runs Susan. Making a bee-line to the cat box. I swear I heard her go “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” while scratching in the litter.
And I know exactly what Evil Kitty was thinking: