Why did my dumb dumb cat wait till the boy was out of town to turn into a jumpy freak in the middle of the night?
I was sleeping semi-peacefully at 3:30 this morning when horsey-cat, who was laying at the end of the bed, sprung at least three full feet in the air and landed all 17 pounds of herself on my stomach. After catching my breath, I moved her back down to the end of the bed. I looked at her and saw her with that "there's somebody in the darkened hallway behind you" look in her eye. When I moved my leg under the sheet as I turned around to see the hulking figure (that I was fairly certain was just a figment of her imagination), it bumped her and she did that weird straight three feet up in the air jump again.
Then she curled up and went right to sleep.
Thanks, Lucy. Thanks.