One of the things I most hate in this world is when I am woken up for anything right before my alarm goes off. I guess this has to do with the horrible quality of sleep I get, which consequently leads to the minuscule quantity. For some reason, ever since my daughter was born I am an amazingly light sleeper. Any slight noise will not only wake me up, but keep me up. If my daughter coughs or sneezes in her room at night I wake right up. I digress…
This morning, maybe 5 minutes before the alarm went off, my cat decided that is would be a great idea to prance into my bedroom and start yowling, purring, chirping and scratching at the rug. Naturally, I thought she was going into heat again. She’s fixed, but whether you believe it or not, fixed cats can and do still go into heat, it’s just a lot quicker and, thankfully, quieter.
Well, I yelled at her to shut up. Threatened her immediate and imminent demise under my breath. My wife called her. Nothing would shut her up. Just as I summoned the rage to spring up and crush her to death, the dang alarm went off. So, I grumbled and trudged to the shower instead.
A few minutes later my wife showed up to explain exactly why the cat was so happy. Apparently, she had brought us a present to show off and she was really proud of it and would not shut up until she had an audience. She caught a mouse, was carrying it around and took great delight in bringing it to my wife for examination and praise.
My wife was good about it though. She managed to find some can from the garbage to scoop it into a bag with without calling for help or vomiting