Morning Wake Up

A few nights ago, late at night, I awoke a loud noise. It was this weird banging. I had no idea what it was, and I have never heard that noise before. Of course, me being me, I expected the worst at first. Was it a burglar? Was someone trying to break in? I decided I needed to investigate; I needed to know what this was. And no, I did not grab one of the many swords next to my bed. After I got up, I immediately noticed something strange, there were no cats in my bed. That almost never happens, and when it does, they are up to no good. I got my thoughts under control and realized that what ever this noise was, it was a cat’s fault. It had to be.

So I started down the stairs, still hearing the noise. What the heck could this banging be? Halfway down the stairs, Pipsqueak was laying there, intently staring down the stairs. Even me walking towards her couldn’t tear her attention away. I continued to walk down the stairs, stepping over that fat little fur ball, and continued my investigation.

When I reached the bottom of the steps, I found the culprit. Loki. Another one of the other fat balls of fur. And what was he doing? He was trying to get into my closet. I have no idea why, but he was determined. He would reach under the door and pull on it. The pulling on the door would cause the loud banging. This little pain in the butt woke me up in the middle of the night. He woke me up on a work night. The nerve!

Two days later, I found the closet door open. The little bastard managed to pull the door open. I have no idea why he is suddenly interested in the closet but now he knows how to get into the closet.

And I know that one day I will shut a cat into the closet. And then the poor thing will be in there till I notice the cat missing. And that could take a while with how oblivious I can be.

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