Well he was at it again last night.
His name may be Zorro (because of his brown masked eyes) but lately it would be more accurate to look at changing his name to Hoodini. He seems to be a master of escape from small rooms.
The events of last night:
Me: "Snore"
NP: "Get up and have a listen to this"
Me: "What's wrong"
NP: "Listen"
Miaowwwrrrrrr
Me: "What is that"
NP: "Zorro and his girlfriend are at it again"
NP: "Go and get him"
Me: "What !!!"
So needless to say, I slip a shirt on and head out the door into the 3am pre dawn darkness looking for an animal that is used to evading predators ( Me ). I found him across the road in the neighbours yard.
Here is an interesting thing to try. Call an animal (especially a cat, who at the best of times, looks at you when you call him and does nothing. Even though you can read his thoughts "If you want me you can come to me, underling") at 3am in the morning. It is pretty much useless to call out to an animal in a whispered voice. Trust me on this I was doing it this morning for 10 minutes before deciding that my efforts were as useless as my childrens ears while watching TV.
Before I quit trying to call the cat, each time him throwing out a very macho "MIAOWRRR", and each time it seemed 10 decibels louder, I ended up half way up the street.
It's too early for this crap, was my decision. My last thoughts before falling asleep were, how do I make the bathroom more hoodini cat proof ????
Damn Cat !!!
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