I don't always sleep well. In fact, sometimes I lie awake for HOURS and HOURS on end. This week has been pretty good. No staring at the ceiling ... at least too much.
But the other night, something woke me up. A sound. I wasn't sure what it was. I waited. Nothing. So I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
Then I heard it again. It sounded like ... a horse, galloping. It stopped. I waited. Nothing. So I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.
Then I heard it AGAIN. Okay, sometimes my cat Fred (who has the feline equivalent of OCD) will have one of his "twitchy" moments, and will run around like a racehorse. I looked down at the bottom of the bed, and sure enough he was gone.
I got up, and Betsy (the one who was so sick two years ago) was sitting in the hall looking at the ceiling. I looked at the ceiling. And heard it again. Like thundering hoofs. On the roof.
I went into the guest room and there was Fred, sitting on the bed, looking at the skylight. He started purring the minute I walked in, self-satisfied, as though saying, "Ha! It's not me."
Then we heard it again. A sound like galloping overhead. Again and again we heard it it. And eventually we saw it: A rogue squirrel. It jumped over the skylight and stopped, its fluffy tail (not a good ruse to hide its rodent-ness) hanging over the skylight.
That's it? A squirrel. Running the Squirrel 500 on my roof at 4:52 a.m.!!!
Good grief.
LOL - wait till they start rolling nuts down the roof!!! Thanks for the giggle!! Sarah
ReplyDeleteA bit late but I thought I'd post. My office is near a wetlands with a lot of trees. It is the place the crows go for happy hour. Sometimes there are hundreds and they spill over to my parking lot and building. They hop around on the roof and it sounds like tapping, tap tap tapping at my office roof. It creeps out some of my co-workers who wish it would happen...Nevermore.
ReplyDeleteCatherine