(He was only on the bed for like, 30 seconds, April. I swear.)
On the other side of that door is Lou.
Lou is a beautiful, inquisitive, fancy black….cat. Lou isn’t the only cat there either. The other cat is even fancier.
Lou and…uh.. Super Fluffy?
‘There’ is the home of our dear friends April and Craig. We stayed at their house hosting a kid party last Friday while our newly finished kitchen floor dried. They got to celebrate their anniversary while we got to breathe VOC-free air. It was a win-win arrangement.
All evening, while the kids had fun watching movies and playing Legos, Thor Michaelson sat in the hallway, outside the master bedroom. He did not growl. He did not bark. He would not move. Behind that door sat two fancy cats and he was interested.
After a while, I decided to give the poor kitties a break so I shut Thor inside another bedroom and let them out. They immediately hunkered down in front of the other bedroom. They did not growl. They did not hiss. They would not move. A very strange dog sat behind that door and they were interested.
Lou wants to get to the bottom of this dog business.
To give the cats some more space, we would sleep in the basement. The basement had a door we could shut so we could stay down there while the cats stayed upstairs. No one would be hissing or growling at anyone. Again, a win-win situation.
Unfortunately, I did not realize the door to the basement locked itself automatically. This lesson I learned about ten seconds AFTER I closed it. The key, of course, sat upstairs on the kitchen counter.
All four kids had a wonderful moment of panic wherein all sorts of horrible things could have happened to us. Mostly along the lines of WE ARE GOING TO DIE IN THE BASEMENT. Much to their chagrin, Brian was able to jimmy the lock, reducing our plight down to about 3 minutes.
While the children were disappointed, the dog was not. For as soon as the door was jimmied Brian opened it wide. On the other side, sat Lou and Sir Fluffykins the Fanciful (I might be paraphrasing that one) waiting patiently for the strange dog to show himself.
There followed a lively moment of enthusiast scrambling, mostly on my part. No blood was shed so I will spare you the details.
When we finally got everyone separated again, Brian and I tucked ourselves into the guest bedroom. In my ignorance, I thought I could get Thor to sleep. But he would not sleep. He spent a good deal of time trying to convince us to open the door. We fell asleep to the sound of him huffing the air from underneath the door in hopes of once again finding the fancy cats.
YOU ARE NOT GOING TO BED ARE YOU? IT IS NOT EVEN 2 AM!
I am beginning to understand why the vet keeps offering him Prozac.
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