3:43 AM
There is a horrific screeching in my ears. It is Max; sitting
by my head as I lay on the bed. Apparently another obscure senator from a state
we have never heard of before has displayed an effrontery to cats everywhere
and now it is a call to arms.
I muttered some words that I hope my mother didn’t hear,
swatted at the cat (I did not connect) and fell back asleep.
4:07 AM
A crash: unidentifiable as I lay in bed. It was a big crash.
I get up. The TV is lying on the floor, flat on his face. I put him back into
his appropriate position. He works. I go back to bed. I try to fall asleep.
4:22 AM
Another crash: less horrific in size. But I still get up. My
desk is clear of the mound of paperwork that set on it. No, Max has not taken
care of the issues, he has just thrown it all on the ground. I now know sleep was
not possible.
Excuse me, Noah… were domesticated house cats let on the ark
intentionally or did they slink on in the middle of the night? Didn’t you warn
your security service about the danger?
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