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Caturday: Things that go “mreeeerweerrhisssss” in the night

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Sydney is not allowed to go outside. Well, ok, he’s not allowed to go outside unsupervised, as has been proven by several earlier Caturday photo sessions. This is beside the point. He’s not allowed to go outside for several reasons, the primary ones being that our street dead ends into a freeway sound wall (where there are, at any given time, dozens of cars under which he could find himself), we have a regular amount of fear about him being hit by a car that’s not going 80 miles per hour on said freeway and just cruising around our neighborhood, and the fact that he is a male cat (albeit a neutered one). It may be because of this prohibition that he spends much of his time looking out windows with a look of pure yearning on his face. “Why,” his sad eyes ask us, “will you never allow me the sweet taste of freedom?” Well. Too bad, cat.

At about 4:12 this morning (last night? Who knows. It was early, is what I’m getting at here), his best revenge to date was achieved. Both GP and I woke up to the sounds of what we would soon find out was a single-sided catfight. To our sleep-addled minds, however, anything could have been happening! The cat could be on fire! (We’d had a fire in the fireplace that we’d assumed had long been turned to ash by that point.) There could be some other animal– a mouse, a rat, an opossum, an angry cougar– in our house! When we stumbled into the living room, eventually identified as the site of all this ruckus, we found Sydney…and that was it. The blinds that afford us some privacy through our mostly-glass front door had been partially destroyed, presumably during a confrontation he’d had with another cat that was on the other side of the door. I mean, come on, cat. He does some stupid things, but I usually allow myself to think that he’s reasonably intelligent. After last night, though, I don’t even know what to think, other than, “God, we’re going to need new blinds soon.”

This morning, he returned to the scene of the crime. Constant vigilance!


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3 responses »

  1. The hems of our curtains have been destroyed, but not because of cat-ghost-fighting. I say Sydney may have potentially won this one, what with the damage and all. By the way, I randomly found a blogging bibliophile online – not sure if bibliophiles like other bibliophiles.. 🙂

  2. I read this post a few weeks ago and cracked up at the picture. I just looked at the picture again and cracked up a second time.

    Poor blinds. Heh.

    • You might chuckle a little more to know that, as I sat up reading last night (stupid Daylight Savings), he revisited the scene of the crime and started pawing the blinds. As GP was asleep, I had to moderate my scolding…and Sydney seemed unfazed. Jerk.


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