March 11th, 2006

Thundering paws

Last night at about 11 p.m. I was just finishing up tax stuff to give my accountant next week (tax preparation is one of the less pleasant side benefits to being a professional writer) when I was startled by a huge flash outside, followed almost immediately by the biggest effing clap of thunder I have ever heard. This thing was so mammoth it set off every car alarm in the neighborhood, and literally shook our second-floor apartment. It also, of course, sent our cats scrambling.

Two hours later, two of the three cats still hadn't come out from under the bed. We normally bar the cats from the bedroom at night, but the girls - Roxie and Sylvia - just weren't coming out last night. So we reluctantly turned off the lights and went to bed. Here's how the night went after:

At 1:30 Roxie came out, jumped on my head, then promptly ran under the bed again.

At about 2:30 Roxie came out again, jumped onto the bed, and settled herself on a pillow between Ricky and I. I was too tired and cold to get up and let her out. She proceeded to bathe herself for about thirty minutes. Finally I fell asleep.

At about 3:30 I was awakened by a cat paw on my head. Roxie proceeded to purr and play with my head. I got up and carried her out to the living room, and returned to bed.

At about 4:30 Sylvia came out from under the bed and started to play in a corner of the bedroom, banging repeatedly at the closet door. I got up and put her in the hallway outside.

At about 6:00 Sylvia started banging on the bedroom door from out in the hallway. I got up and tried to put her out in the living room. She wouldn't go. I gave up.

Got up about 8:30, when they all started screaming for breakfast.

Today, a burlap sack and the L.A. River are lookin' pretty good...