cimorene

This is my second night of making up a bed in the hallway while Wax is on the night shift. The purpose is to prevent Perry from peeing inside, and in that respect it's working. It's just that...

...First I woke up to an unpleasant stabby sensation to find the Crazy lying on my boob. I shoved her off and went back to sleep. Then I woke up to an unpleasant stabby sensation again... and shoved her off again. And rolled over.

Then I was awakened by a loud crash from the kitchen that just kept going on for like five or ten seconds.

"HEY!" I yelled. Sometimes the cats will actually stop running around or fighting if you do this. It didn't stop. I yelled again. Silence! I relaxed. Too soon.

The clattering noise came back a minute later, fainter but persistent. I finally got up and stumbled down the hall into the kitchen...

...only to walk into a tripwire at chest-height.

A TRIP-WIRE? Half-asleep, I thought I was maybe dreaming (am I in a movie?) or imagining it (maybe it's just a spiderweb?).

But then I turned on the light.

The entire kitchen was a cat's cradle. There was the thread crossing the doorway at chest height zigzagging all over the centre of the room and repeatedly around both the chairs standing there. It led to the spool sitting innocently in place on top of the sewing machine.

I took a bleary step or two closer to the sewing machine and reached out to pluck the spool of thread off, nearly tripping on two more trip-wires as I did so, and started winding it back on the spool to the accompaniment of more ominous rattling noises as the entangled chairs jerked against the floor. So I kept winding for way longer than I am used to it taking to rewind a spool of thread. The tangle gradually dissolved and so did the chest-high trip-wire, but, to my surprise, that was nowhere near the end.

I followed the thread down the hall. It wrapped around the bookcase somehow and took me straight into the livingroom, where I discovered that it was wrapped around my armchair. A good tug freed it, but then

the teacups and saucers were jiggling. The thread actually went around my chair and then individually around and under the individual pieces of stoneware on the occasional table! I finally found the end and hid the spool.

I stomped/stumbled back to my bed, nearly tripping over the dog, who tries to glue himself to my ankles when he's anxious, growling, "Fuck. Stupid crazy cats," and flopped down into the bed, hard.

My pillow exploded.

Or rather, the Crazy exploded out of my pillow and shot past me into the room.

Then I went back to sleep.

... that was my night.