Last night I went to bed at my usual time, 10:00PM. When I hit the pillow, I was dead to the world. It was a very busy week and weekend.
At about 11:30 PM I thought I was dreaming. I heard what sounded like a baby wailing at the top of it’s lungs…no, it was two babies. Well, you know how often times we incorporate real world sounds into our dreams? Well, I started dreaming that I was out in the middle of a field, running towards a baby that I couldn’t get to quickly enough. I ran and ran and ran…and couldn’t reach it. The cries persisted until they startled me awake. I sat up in bed and I could hear this painful cry or whine or howl…I couldn’t figure out what it was. It was a unsettling.
I got up and went to the front door and looked out. There were two alley cats standing on my front porch, with their backs hunched, howling. Now, they were definitely at the wrong house. It’s my next door neighbor that loves cats, not me. I opened the door and attempted to shush them away. They looked at me as if I was crazy. They stood there and began howling even louder. My husband headed outside. They wouldn’t budge! It was the strangest thing! I just wanted them off the porch so we could go back to sleep.
Now, I know that my story of two kitties howling doesn’t compare to Mary Douglas’ mountain lion she had at her door with a half dead deer in it’s mouth (yuck!).
But, had I been more awake at the time, it probably would have been pretty funny to have taken a video of my husband running down the street, at midnight, flailing his arms and yelling at two lost cats, in his joe boxers!
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