Anyone who has more than one animal in their house knows the scene I’m about to describe all too well. You’re sound asleep, deep in a delicious dream about your latest movie star obsession (who, of course, is in love with you and juuuust about ready to kiss you,) when suddenly you’re rudely snatched out of your sweet slumber by the punch of a paw in your face or the sound of hissing, screeching, or barking. I call it nighttime shenanigans and it happens at my house ALL the time.
The most common cacophony that erupts in our household at night is courtesy of our four cats. Even with two stories and four bedrooms to roam through, inevitably they all want to settle on the bed with me and my husband and that leads to a turf war. Quiet hissing turns to slapping, then tussling and next thing you know, two or more of them are involved in a high-speed chase through the house. And even though they’re small creatures, let me tell you, it sounds like a herd of horses is galloping through the halls. That will wake you up in a hurry.
Another nighttime nuisance is the Lucy Jane yowl. I’ve mentioned before how she’s capable of bringing down walls with her wailing since she’s deaf and isn’t aware of how ear-splitting her cry is. Well, she saves her best (or should I say worst,) for the witching hours. We still haven’t figured out what she’s trying to tell us with her yowling. It’s just apparently random and really, really loud. And it will wake you up, I don’t care how deep of a sleeper you are. I’m actually considering researching cat ambien on the internet black market. That’s not cat abuse, is it??
Our dear Ally, who recently passed away, also took part in the shenanigans, though thankfully, she only targeted my husband, Nick. Ally was a very early riser and immediately wanted to be fed when she got up at the crack of dawn. Since she was originally Nick’s cat, she determined that he was the one who needed to wake up RIGHT NOW to do the feeding. How she achieved that was a thing of beauty, let me tell you. I called it the ‘swan dive.’ She would get as close to one side of his head as she could, then leap in a perfect dive over his face and land on the other side. Then almost immediately, she would do it again. And again. And again. As his pillow got jostled all around by Ally’s diving, Nick would start wildly waving his hand around his head as if shooing away a cloud of mosquitoes, but Ally would not be deterred. The swan diving would continue until Nick finally succumbed. Which he eventually always did.
And what would one of my blogs be without a story about our oldest cat Rhett? His favorite nighttime game to play is ‘knock knock.’ Rhett hates being locked out of any room. It’s like a personal affront to him to have a door closed in his face. So, if we close the bedroom door at night, Rhett will make sure we hear about it. Somehow he knows when we’ve fallen asleep, then he starts the knocking. He gets up on his hind legs and starts banging on the door with his front paws. Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang. relentlessly, until one of us finally gets out of bed and flings open the door. And here’s the kicker. He’ll look at us, then not even come in and walk away. That will teach us to close the door, huh?
So what goes on in your house at night? Please tell us your animal stories on Adopt-a-human’s facebook page and you’ll get a cool toy from the SPCA Tampa Bay Pet Boutique. Plus, by taking part, you’ll help spread the word of the Adopt-a-human campaign which promotes the joys of adopting shelter cats and helps save their lives. Thank you!