On Alert!

Well it was an exciting weekend here at Casa De Housecat. On Saturday evening, when Mom went out on the porch after dark, I followed her out. She thought I came right back inside with her, but I didn't! I was roaming the edge of the yard, snacking on the plant I'm not allowed near when under snoopervision, when she found me out. The excitement of a night hunt was thrilling friends!

The second wave of thrills came at precisely 5am Sunday morning. I was sleeping in my sink, and Mom and Dad were tucked in their bed when a horrible cry of a cat came loud and clear. Mom flew out of bed with a speed I no longer thought was possible. She spotted me in the sink, but when the noise came again we both had only one thought -

"Mittens!" Mom yelled and raced down the hall for the back door where we assumed the yelling was coming from. She turned on the lights and ran out on to the porch. There she stood, in battle stance, waiting...

What exactly she thought she could do - in her nightie and bare feet in a sea of desert rocks, and what she thought she could see - without her glasses in the dark, we may never know. Really, unless Mittens ran onto the porch and requested an early morning snuggle, she was likely outmatched, but then never underestimate a cat mom! Mom made the rounds and found nothing, and again when the sun came up around 7am, still nothing. I suspect it was an argument between Mittens and the rude Siamese who lives down the street.

The last bit of excitement came when Mom and I were enjoying a little porch time after her rounds when we heard what sounded like a large parrot imitating the chickens who live behind us. An exotic Tweet nearby? I wonder if he is caged or perhaps an escaped convict? I wonder if he does yelling cat impersonations?