Psst Friday. Over here.
Mom here. The boys are a little tired today, hope you don't mind if I don't wake them. It all started this morning. The boys had been chasing and playing and I was busy working when "The Incident" happened.
I heard a weird series of thud, boom, scratches and a loud... something. Maybe a small cat throwing himself up the door frame? I was scared by the frantic racket and I yelled to knock it of as I sprang into action (okay maybe "sprang" is an overstatement).
Quill was in the hallway freaked out. Greyson was coming out of hubby's office more freaked out. Greyson ran under the bed and refused to come out. It took Quill and I whispering sweet nothings and a line of five treats before he came out. Greyson has been really skittish all day and runs under the bed at the slightest hint of trouble.
So not sure what happened and no cat is talking. I guess being freaked out is tiring work. I hope you come over anyway Friday. I promise you can hide behind my skirt if you get scared, and I have treats to make a line if you go under the bed.