I'm a sound sleeper, and usually ignore or don't hear the cats at night. Mostly, this is because Presto sleeps on top of the fridge, and Little Feet curls up on a corner of Senyah's pillow.
Well one Saturday morning, at the inhumane hour of 2 am, I hear a loud crash outside the bedroom. I have no idea what it is.
When I flip on the hall light, both cats come running towards me.
I'm pretty sure Little Feet is the culprit, because he's the one who usually likes to get up on the counters. Presto, on the other hand, has been known to knock off the basket of empty plastic grocery bags, so he can arrange them into a nest.
Whoever it was, had apparently scooted the basket of bags towards the kitchen. This had the effect of scooting my ceramic tea pitcher towards the kitchen. In fact, I both cats have informed me that the pitcher committed suicide, and that it was no great loss because it was an ugly pitcher.
Well I have news for both of them. My new pitcher is a plastic four-cup measure that bounces. And the water stays hot longer so I can pour better boiling water over my tea.
And it's an ugly pitcher too. Oh, and dropping it off a counter isn't likely to disturb my sleep...