This is NOT me (it’s a dude!), but I think I was laying the same way – it was hot in here! (Photo credit: pursuethepassion)
Two nights ago I couldn’t sleep. We had 3 fans on in our room but my bed was just too hot. So I headed downstairs to the couch and settled in about 2am hoping to finally get some sleep. I was listening to the Big Brother live feeds on my iPod Touch so I had one ear against my pillow and the other had an ear bud in.
I was totally engrossed in the late night antics of the houseguests as they practiced with an over-sized hockey stick and ball for the next day’s HOH competition. I was getting used to the noises of the balls being hit, the clack of the stick against the wood, and the squeals of the players as they gained confidence with their new skills.
I was just drifting off to sleep when I heard a weird high-pitched squeaking sound. I assumed it was the game being played live in LA and broadcast into my head. I ignored it when it happened again a few minutes later not wanting to arrest the sleep that was finally mine.
But something popped into my head that made me pull the ear bud out – I imagined the sound was an injured rat. Now I don’t know why I thought that and I’ve never heard an injured rat, but the door was open letting in the cool breeze and I was worried some creature had let itself in.
Sam 2 days after he returned from his 10-day journey – he’s about half of his prior weight
I listened again intently and stared hard into the darkness. Suddenly something darted up the stairs and even in the darkness I knew immediately it was SAM! Sam, my son’s cat, that’d been missing for 10-days. The cat I’d given up on.
I called his name and he came to me complaining the whole way. I swear he was asking me why we’d moved the house ’cause he’d been looking for us. He was about half his size but clean and no apparent injuries. His beautiful long hair was tangle free which was surprising since we had two strong storms while he was gone with rain and lightning.
I woke his parents up to tell them their baby was home and my son, who didn’t wake up to the 2 minutes of knocking, opened his eyes to see me entering his room with the cat in my arms. His first words were, “No F*CKING way!” Everyone in the house welcomed the errant traveler home. We fed him, tried to scold him, and have been babying him ever since. He has a new collar and is going in for a chip.
He’s been sick a few times and it’s obvious he was starving. It’s so weird to have such a skinny cat but his personality has returned and we couldn’t be happier.