After yet another  night of not sleeping well, Steve decides to be crafty and put something over the clock, an attempt to thawrt my near-hourly clock watching.

It worked for a while, but then I heard this howling noise… crazy howling.
If you’ve heard this howling, you know what I’m talking about…
CAT IN HEAT.

Cheep raytes

Someone, who I would enjoy having a stern talking to, decided that a cat in heat was too much for them to handle, so they let the cat out.
I have never in the six years we’ve been here, heard cats in heat… coincidentally, the previous squatter-drug-runner-house at the end of the street* finally sold and now looks like a used car lot. (note to self, take photos of house) Also, the White Trash (mullets anyone?) Has a number of  dogs and suddenly there are cats in the area… I digress.

Around 1 am, Steve and Bailey are snoring, I’m tossing around into the umpteeth position of the night and the howling started.
At first I thought it was kids in the park, but then I realized it was a cat.
Seeing as I was up anyway, I started to figure out how to [ethically] get the cat out from under my deck.

Option 1) Send out Bailey
Wait, I’d have to wake her up, get her downstairs and what if that cat has rabies and claws…

Option 2) Send out Steve
I’d have to wake HIM up and well, that probably wouldn’t happen.

Option 3) I could go out
No.

I walk to the window.
“mmmmrrraaawwwwww ooooohhhhhrrrraaawwww eeerrrrooommmeeehhh”
“REALLY?! REALLY?!”
And the cat ran away.
For about a half hour.

And then I realized… a cat in heat attracts male cats… male cats who don’t want to share territory…
At least it’s scheduled to rain for the next 40 days.

Come and get it boys!

*Our ‘hood is by no means “bad”, but every neighborhood has “That House” and our area’s was at the end of our street.