Elbie at Trig dot Net

Wed, 27 Oct 2004

The sound of silence

I don't know if any of you out there think that cat owners have very strange logic processes going on in their head or something, but I think I've figured out one of them. This possibly goes for parents as well, though I'm not qualified to judge, really.

In this case, that would be the habit of getting toys that are incredibly annoying to those not actively playing with them. Those little hard plastic balls with the bells in them being the specific toy I'm thinking of.

Why on Earth would any sane person buy something that's bound to make an insane amount of noise at two in the morning? Well, you'd be surprised.

Listening to my cats tear up and down the length of my apartment, you get to know what they're up to pretty well. I can tell if they're attacking a favourite toy (like the plastic screw-on lid from a bottle), or god forbid, if they're getting into trouble jumping up on the kitchen counter.

So waking up at some odd hour of the night recently, I was quite unprepared to hear absolutely nothing. What the hell was going on? Did they find some new thing to do that they shouldn't be doing? Were my cats really sick? What happened?

Leaping out of bed, fearing the worst, I found my cats comfortably nestled into places they normally liked to sleep during the day. Griffith was snoozing in my office chair, and Carbon was sitting up in the window alcove at one end of the apartment, awake, alert, and cheerful as ever.

I think I went out and bought the cat ball toys the next day.

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