I am patiently trying to figure out how to work my fancy new blog when I hear this crazy noise coming from the kitchen. It was a loud crinkly and thumpy sound.
Both kids were in their beds, so I knew it wasn’t them. Then I saw a crazy blue flash run by. It made the circle from kitchen to living room to dining room and back to the kitchen three times. It sounded like an angry rain stick. It looked like a cat wearing a cape.
It was in fact a cat with a blue grocery bag around it’s neck.
As some of you know, my cats are from the same litter. They look more alike than my twins do. Gabe’s Mom says she can’t tell them apart at all. Usually it isn’t a problem for me, but in this case I wasn’t sure which cat I was looking for.
First I found Sid. Initially I thought Sid had somehow shaken the bag because his tail was all puffed up and he looked scared, but after not being able to locate Klaus for about 10 minutes I started thinking that it had probably been him and he was hiding somewhere with the bag still on. I started to convince myself that Klaus was suffocating on the grocery bag in a closet somewhere.
An eternity Five minutes later, with the help of a flashlight (that I should have been saving in case we lose power due to the apocalypse) I found Klaus and his cute little outfit under my bed. Way under my bed. So far under my bed that I had to move it to get to him.
So, I pulled the king size bed away from the wall all by myself (like this) and carefully (sorry) let the cat out of the bag.