How many of you know what it is like to be just on the edge of drifting off to sleep when the cat starts playing with something, scooting it across the floor, and you have to get up and check out what it is?
I opened the bedroom door, turned on the light...and there on the carpet was a BAT. Not a baseball bat, not a quilt BATT, but...a flying, flapping, bat-man style bat! Only he wasn't flying anymore because I think Oscar broke his wing...
It is now 1:20 am and I am sipping a cup of cocoa, trying to un-freak myself out so I can get back to sleep. Where did the bat come from? (And what's worse...Why was the first thought that came to my mind "Where is my camera? This is good blog stuff!") *rolling eyes* No, I didn't get a pic. Instead I got a towel. By this time everyone one was up. We spread the towel over the bat, scooped it up, and gently deposited it in the front yard where nature can take it's course.
Oscar is 2 for 2 today.....earlier it was a bunny he caught in the woods. *Sniffle* He got Thumper. So much for loving the country life! (At least it wasn't a snake??)