Something roused me. I looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was 12:45 a.m. I lay still, listening. There was a thud and then a rattle and another thud. I poked Gregg.
"I think there's someone in the house," I hissed at him.
"wha? huh?" replied Gregg groggily.
We both lay still listening to the weird noises for a moment which, all of a sudden, sounded like they were coming from right outside the bedroom door. Not wanting to be caught lying down, I slipped out of bed followed immediately by a half-awake husband. I crept to the door and flung it open but saw no thieves-in-the-night. I flipped on the hall light and saw Harvey lying on his side next to the closed door of the linen closet. The edge of the hallway runner next to him was flipped over at the corner. Obviously, he's been playing with a bug, I thought to myself as I looked at the bare floor next to the cat but seeing no bug.
Gregg and I stood and listened but heard no further rattles or thuds.
"It must have been Harvey," I said, then stopped and listened intently; a very faint rhythmic buzzing could be heard in the distance.
"Do you hear that?" I asked Gregg.
We both leaned over the stair railing, listening.
"What is that?" replied Gregg looking perplexed.
"I have NO idea," I said as I started cautiously down the stairs followed closely by Gregg.
When we reached the bottom of the staircase, we both stopped and listened, trying to trace the source of the sound. The buzzing was definitely louder, and it seemed to be coming from the family room. I hit the light switch and looked at Ray curled cozily on the couch, twitching furiously in the throes of a dream. It can't be too bad, I thought to myself, if the dog is still sleeping.
"How did that get turned on?" asked Gregg incredulously.
"I have NO idea," I responded as I reached over and turned off the clock.*
We returned upstairs to bed. Just as I was pulling up the covers, I had a thought.
"Where's Juno?" I said, thinking that she is usually in the thick of anything that is going on at the moment.
"I don't know," said Gregg as we both climbed back out of bed to look for our pudgy dumpling.
I walked back out into the hallway. Harvey was still lying on his side next to the linen closet door. I reached over and slid open the bifold. Juno strolled out looking like she hadn't a care in the world.
I started laughing, turned, went back to bed, and laughed until I fell asleep.
*We still have no idea how the alarm got turned on. Our best guess is Harvey did it in an attempt to wake us up so that we would rescue Juno.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
Time to Get Up
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I am used to Ray being scary smart, but now Harvey too?ReplyDelete
This is why you should have cameras stashed all over the house - so you can figure out mysteries like this one. And how did Juno end up in the closet in the first place?
Your house sounds like so much fun!
We think Harvey may be a genius. Since he disappears for a good part of every day, we are pretty sure his rocketship project is well underway although we have yet to find the location of his research and development center.Delete
Cameras in the house SEEM like a good idea. But then who wants to know the answers to all of life's mysteries even if one of them is, how did the alarm get turned on?
And it's no mystery that both of the cats are closet dwellers. When we can't find one or the other, we start poking around in the upstairs closets.
Our house can be a fun place although having a sense of humor about being awakened in the middle of the night helps.
Well, now, that WAS odd...ReplyDelete