I'm Terrified
My cat just scared the living daylights outta me. I think I understand how the superstition developed that cats harbor the devil in the blackened pits where their souls would otherwise reside.
So, there is this outdoor cat that likes to come around my windows which are, conveniently, right about at cat height. Outdoor cats apparently scare the shit out of Calypso. She starts to growl/howl/hiss/meow plaintively all at once. Her hair stands up and she goes nuts. When this happens I have to jump up and shut all the windows and sing-song voice croon to her "It's ok, sweetie, it's ok!" over and over until she calms the shit down.
Usually, that's how things go, when I'm conscious. There's a window right next to my bed, as in to get to the window Calypso sits on the bed. This means that when Calypso gets scared at the window SHE GETS SCARED ON MY BED, right next to my head. This, post-1am, IS NOT PLEASANT.
Cat: MEEEERRRROOOOOW!!!!! HISSS HISSSSSS! AAAAHHHHHH!!! GRRRRRRRMEWEEEAOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!
*hair up, ears back, claws deathgripping mattress*
Me: WHAT?! AH! STOP! STOP!
*flails and throws blankets around*
Cat: MEEEERRRROOOOOW!!!!! HISSS HISSSSSS!
*SPIT SPIT SPIT*
Me: AHHHHH!!! (literally, I screamed an involuntary horror-movie-victim scream.) Stop! Stop!
*throws pillow at cat*
Cat: Hiiiiissssssssssss!
*runs away*
Me: Stupid cat!
*slams window shut. makes sure heart resumes beating*
I swear to all everyone has ever held holy, I've never been so terrified in my life. I thought she was gonna attack me, b/c she's a bit of a twitchy cat to begin with so when she's already scared and I don't help things by throwing shit around and screaming, I thought I was in for it. She's still all tense and acting all weird, thus I'm venting online b/c I'm wide awake and unable to go to bed. The worst part is: MY PILLOW IS COVERED IN CAT SPIT. Seriously, that whole "spitting mad" expression never made so much sense to me. I didn't realize that they actually spit.
So, there is this outdoor cat that likes to come around my windows which are, conveniently, right about at cat height. Outdoor cats apparently scare the shit out of Calypso. She starts to growl/howl/hiss/meow plaintively all at once. Her hair stands up and she goes nuts. When this happens I have to jump up and shut all the windows and sing-song voice croon to her "It's ok, sweetie, it's ok!" over and over until she calms the shit down.
Usually, that's how things go, when I'm conscious. There's a window right next to my bed, as in to get to the window Calypso sits on the bed. This means that when Calypso gets scared at the window SHE GETS SCARED ON MY BED, right next to my head. This, post-1am, IS NOT PLEASANT.
Cat: MEEEERRRROOOOOW!!!!! HISSS HISSSSSS! AAAAHHHHHH!!! GRRRRRRRMEWEEEAOOOOOOOWWWW!!!!
*hair up, ears back, claws deathgripping mattress*
Me: WHAT?! AH! STOP! STOP!
*flails and throws blankets around*
Cat: MEEEERRRROOOOOW!!!!! HISSS HISSSSSS!
*SPIT SPIT SPIT*
Me: AHHHHH!!! (literally, I screamed an involuntary horror-movie-victim scream.) Stop! Stop!
*throws pillow at cat*
Cat: Hiiiiissssssssssss!
*runs away*
Me: Stupid cat!
*slams window shut. makes sure heart resumes beating*
I swear to all everyone has ever held holy, I've never been so terrified in my life. I thought she was gonna attack me, b/c she's a bit of a twitchy cat to begin with so when she's already scared and I don't help things by throwing shit around and screaming, I thought I was in for it. She's still all tense and acting all weird, thus I'm venting online b/c I'm wide awake and unable to go to bed. The worst part is: MY PILLOW IS COVERED IN CAT SPIT. Seriously, that whole "spitting mad" expression never made so much sense to me. I didn't realize that they actually spit.