Why the above title? Well, yesterday when the boys got me up, I came out of the bedroom to find that the rest of the apartment had been trashed by a big blow out that the boys had while I was sleeping. There was disarray every where I looked. In the bathroom, the towels were pulled down and on the floor. The bath mat was shaped into a mound. There was cat litter every where. My robe was in a pile on the floor. Meaning that they had attempted to climb the door by climbing my robe.
The living area was not much better. My poor aloe plant had been chewed up and taken apart. Pieces of it were strewn throughout the apartment. Dirt was all over the window seat and the carpeted floor below. Toys were thrown haphazardly around. Pieces of paper had been chewed and spit out also. Cat food was on the floor.
You get the picture. It was like a scene from Animal House when they had a frat party. All that was missing was the boys were not wearing bed sheets as togas. But, come to think of it, maybe that is why the towels were on the floor. Maybe because they don’t have thumbs, they could not fashion the towels into togas….
Both of the boys were trying to look angelic. Neither of them would admit they had anything to do with all of the mess. As I stated in my blog yesterday, the quiet one kept eying his brother and looking at me like “you know”…. But, I also know that the quiet ones bear watching….
Why would I think I was slipped a mickey? Well, how could they make all of this noise and I not hear any of it? They must have devised a way to slip me something to make me sleep through it. How could I not hear all the thudding and thumping that must have gone on?
I sit here this morning watching the boys run from room to room and around my island. Their ears are back and they are serious about the chase. When one or the other stops, they start to circle each other and one makes the “move” . It may be a little pat on the head or it may be a full frontal assault. Then they fall over with a thud and start to wrestle.
When these guys fall over, there is a definite thud. I cannot imagine what my downstairs neighbors think is going on up here. Surely they must hear all the thudding and thumping that goes on. Even 8lbs of cat dropped from 6ft to the floor makes a defiinite thud. (They both like to jump from the tower onto the back of the unsuspecting passerby) Thankfully, my neighbor has not taken to beating on the ceiling with a broomstick to have them stop! Neither has he made a visit to ask just what is going on.
They, whoever they are, say that cats sleep 16 hours a day. How they figured that one out, I don’t know. How do you get the job of chief cat sleep watcher? I could handle that job! Wonder how much it pays. Regardless, these boys must sleep primarily during the day when no one is here to enjoy the quiet.
Again, I believe that the boys have perfected a way to slip me a mickey to ensure that when I go to bed, I pass out. All I drink at home is water, coffee, or lemonade. Often, when my mug is on the end table, one or the other of them or maybe both of them will stick their face in the mug to taste the contents. I firmly believe now that rather than tasting, they are dropping the mickey into my drink. After they are sure that I am in a drug induced stupor, they begin their festivities for the night.
As morning dawns, they get hungry from all the running around and wrestling they have been doing. So, they wake me up and insist that I get out of bed to feed them. Thankfully, they have not been able to get a hold of the phone. If they did, I am sure that the pizza delivery guy would end up at my house some time during the night. They also have not figured out how to open the lap top or how to get on the internet.
Although, I need to watch them closely. Recently, when I am on the computer, they will come and get in my lap or sit on the desk beside me. I thought it was because they wanted to be close to me. Maybe, they are trying to figure out how to operate the computer. I may be in trouble yet! Who knows what web sites two miscreant boys, who have the whole night, would visit. Or what 1-900 numbers they would call if they got the phone…..
