Holy I need a tennis racket, Batman!
So. I wasn't feeling so hot today, so I went to bed early, in hopes of getting a little extra rest. Good idea, right?
I'm just drifting off, which takes a little work as usual, because turning my brain off takes awhile. And I hear this weird noise. Fluttery. And I figure hey, Maggie's messing around with some paper or something, right? Happens all the time, no big deal. I glance around a bit- but it's dark, I don't have my glasses on, and I can't even spot the broad side of a barn without them, so I'm not really expecting to see anything.
I do see this weird dark shadow flit across the ceiling. And that's weird, but I figure it's from a car passing under the light outside or something. It can't possibly be something in the room. And (I swear this thought actually crossed my mind), Maggie can't fly.
Yeah, I was reading some scifi earlier, can you tell?
But the fluttering noise gets louder. And this time I couldn't honestly expect the shadow to be a giant dragonfly, it was way too big for that. I grab my glasses, put them on, and turn on the ceiling fan. No dice. So I turn on the light.
And this thing starts doing laps around the room. And I stare at it in shock. I've checked since, all the windows in the house are closed, all the doors too. No idea how the damn thing got in.
All this becomes fairly academic as it starts doing a run straight at my head. So, in a ballet-like movement, I squeaked, clicked the off button for the light, and dove under the covers. If you saw that episode of West Wing just after 9/11 where CJ and a couple of the guys got shot at in the press room, and later on she comments to one of them, "I think my reflexes, earlier, in the press room, were cat-like."? And the guy stares at her like she's crazy, because she had to be tackled to the ground because her first reaction was to turn to the shots and say, "Is someone shooting at us?" rather than hitting the deck. Somewhere between the two of them is where I was right then, really.
So I left the lights off for awhile, and after it was silent for a good long time, I snuck downstairs, found Maggie and stuck her in the downstairs bathroom with her stuff, and found my phone. Which had, predictably enough, gone dead. So I had to go to the kitchen and get the charger- and of course the downstairs bathroom has no outlets (no idea why) so I eventually wound up coming back upstairs, closing my bedroom door and charging it in the hallway.
I called mom, and she was asleep, so I talked to Ken. Sadly, he had no helpful experience to share, but I did manage to apologize to the family of Tippy Hedren for insulting her acting when I saw "The Birds". 'Cause it's still a terrible movie, but damn, I can't blame her a bit for freaking out.
Anyways, the thing, bat or bird, I still don't know, seems to be gone. I've checked my room thoroughly but I can't close the door because then Maggie couldn't get to her stuff downstairs, and she doesn't like being closed in down there, or out of my room, at all, and makes her presence known. However, she is totally forgiven for this, because the first thing she did when I re-entered my room? She did a perimeter check, and inspected the windows. It might all be in my head, but it was also one of the sweetest things I've ever seen. I love my kitten.
So, whuh. I hope I can sleep later.
I'm just drifting off, which takes a little work as usual, because turning my brain off takes awhile. And I hear this weird noise. Fluttery. And I figure hey, Maggie's messing around with some paper or something, right? Happens all the time, no big deal. I glance around a bit- but it's dark, I don't have my glasses on, and I can't even spot the broad side of a barn without them, so I'm not really expecting to see anything.
I do see this weird dark shadow flit across the ceiling. And that's weird, but I figure it's from a car passing under the light outside or something. It can't possibly be something in the room. And (I swear this thought actually crossed my mind), Maggie can't fly.
Yeah, I was reading some scifi earlier, can you tell?
But the fluttering noise gets louder. And this time I couldn't honestly expect the shadow to be a giant dragonfly, it was way too big for that. I grab my glasses, put them on, and turn on the ceiling fan. No dice. So I turn on the light.
And this thing starts doing laps around the room. And I stare at it in shock. I've checked since, all the windows in the house are closed, all the doors too. No idea how the damn thing got in.
All this becomes fairly academic as it starts doing a run straight at my head. So, in a ballet-like movement, I squeaked, clicked the off button for the light, and dove under the covers. If you saw that episode of West Wing just after 9/11 where CJ and a couple of the guys got shot at in the press room, and later on she comments to one of them, "I think my reflexes, earlier, in the press room, were cat-like."? And the guy stares at her like she's crazy, because she had to be tackled to the ground because her first reaction was to turn to the shots and say, "Is someone shooting at us?" rather than hitting the deck. Somewhere between the two of them is where I was right then, really.
So I left the lights off for awhile, and after it was silent for a good long time, I snuck downstairs, found Maggie and stuck her in the downstairs bathroom with her stuff, and found my phone. Which had, predictably enough, gone dead. So I had to go to the kitchen and get the charger- and of course the downstairs bathroom has no outlets (no idea why) so I eventually wound up coming back upstairs, closing my bedroom door and charging it in the hallway.
I called mom, and she was asleep, so I talked to Ken. Sadly, he had no helpful experience to share, but I did manage to apologize to the family of Tippy Hedren for insulting her acting when I saw "The Birds". 'Cause it's still a terrible movie, but damn, I can't blame her a bit for freaking out.
Anyways, the thing, bat or bird, I still don't know, seems to be gone. I've checked my room thoroughly but I can't close the door because then Maggie couldn't get to her stuff downstairs, and she doesn't like being closed in down there, or out of my room, at all, and makes her presence known. However, she is totally forgiven for this, because the first thing she did when I re-entered my room? She did a perimeter check, and inspected the windows. It might all be in my head, but it was also one of the sweetest things I've ever seen. I love my kitten.
So, whuh. I hope I can sleep later.