Ahh... the Animal Antics....

I should wonder sometimes why my animals have so much... personality.....

So last night, I couldn't sleep. Why? My other kids. Patch, our Calico, and Falkor, our Lab were having a ball last night, at my expense.

I have the windows open so I can save on the cooling on this end of the house, it doesn't really work anyways. But Patch loves this experience. She sits at the window twitching her tail and calling to all the animals she wants to eat as if they will walk right up and lay themselves down an lettuce bedded plate and smear the sauce on.

Last night I hear something, and rolled over to look, I didn't have my glasses on, so I could only see a black blob on my window screen, twitching and looking slightly confused. When I put my glasses on, Patches had flung herself after a bird apparently, and couldn't figure out why in the world the screen did not give way to her catching her prey. I'm serious, she was hanging on my screen.

Then after I dealt with my son, my other big child, Falkor,came jumping into bed with me. I think our cat is slightly sadistic since she really had to mess with the dog last night.

We have a platform bed, meaning, there is a ledge where our cat likes to hide under and attack your feet as you walk by. Well, she fascinates the dog... and by that I don't mean is it food fascination. He obviously doesn't understand the concept of this ledge, because she would come running into the room, and disappear into the ledge area. The dog is going berserk looking for where in the world this cat went.

While the dog was busy trying to figure out the mystery of the disappearing cat, and possibly how to recreate it, the cat had snuck out the other side and climbed on a bookshelf. When he got close enough, the cat took a kamikaze leap onto the dog, sending him jumping up high and running up on top of me, during which the cat would jump off, land on my first and run into the living room, snickering I imagine. After a few minutes, the dog would calm down and I would get to go back to sleep. Falkor lays at the foot of the bed, guarding me, when low and behold, the cat starts the same trick all over again.... and low and behold, the dog falls for it again. Doesn't say much for my guard dog.

This continued for a good hour, seriously... I'm glad they get along, but geez... I think I'd rather break up a fight than deal with the juvenile jokes!