ALRIGHT! Enough pausing. You guys were waking the DEAD with that snoring.
Early Sunday morning, way before we could think about seeing dawn's butt crack, I heard a loud noise. The windows rattled and the house shook. Hubby didn't even wake up but I quickly remedied that situation as I jostled him alert, smiled sweetly,
He found nothing and was back asleep in no time. Me? I was wide-eyed for awhile, remembering the "boom" sounds the morning that the space shuttle exploded upon re-entry a few years back. It's crazy the thoughts that come to the mind in the middle of the night.
Anywhatsit, I finally got back to sleep and I remember dreaming in bold colors but it wasn't about puppies and rainbows. I checked the news the next morning to see if anything exploded overnight but there was nothing. I was pleased, of course, but remained curious as to what the heck caused the disturbance the night before.
Yesterday evening, I walked into the room Cat likes to call his own. On the floor, in several pieces, was Fish.
Its former home was on top of a desk. As you can see, Fish is/was big and we all know the bigger they are, they harder they fall. Poor Fish. He's not even worth his weight in sushi as this point.
What happened to cause Fish to jump?
Starvation? Isolation? A slight mishap with the meds?
Was it Cat with the midnight munchies?
Was it Mrs. White with the lead pipe?
Or maybe it was the vibrations of the black not-so-silent helicopters hovering outside of the window hoping to break-up Cat's secret meeting?
I'm totally at a loss (pun intended) here. You tell me.
May Fish rest in peace.
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Photo credits: Fish in pieces: ReformingGeek, Poker cats, Google