scritch.tsshhhk. tshhkt. rattle. sniff. sniff. I blinked. I blinked again. and again. and I listened. ever so silently. I listened. there it was! AT THE END OF OUR BED. I lay right perfectly still. It sounded like a baby rattle being shaken.I slooowly, ever so slowly turned my head and looked at James. Apparently. He was completely oblivious to the odd noises coming from just beyond the foot-board. tssshhhk.rattle.sniff.
I started going through in my head what on earth could be making this odd noise.
-a mouse. or HORRORS a rat. (the only time i've ever seen one was in the sub-way in NYC.please. NOT in my house. no. not a rat. anything but. a rat.)
-Zoe. but no. she was in her kennel for the night.
-maybe a 'stray' needed a place to sleep and thought our house looked 'nice'.
-a mouse? (really)
-I DON'T KNOW.
I finally got up the nerve to look. I sat straight up in bed. and yes. you will never guess. what it was...
ok. go ahead. guess!!! already. did you?
it was Zoe. laying on the rug. annoyingly playing with. yes. you totally guessed it. A BABY RATTLE.
I jabbed James. and I said. ZOE IS OUT OF HER KENNEL. and than my brain said. well who let her out? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEK.
It was me. cuz than I remembered that I had in fact not shut her gate properly. but I had not been concerned. cuz she had never tried to get out of it before.
But last night she did. or she bumped it just right or something. and she had the time of her life.
tearing up a pair of panti-hose that were still laying on the floor from going to church Sunday. (i have no clue why James does not pick up his clothes...grrr.)and takin a dump on the living room floor. eeeeeeeeeeek. and yes. most importantly. shakin her stuff at the foot of my bed at 4:04 am.
from now on. the kennel door will be double checked.
(ya. the living room floor. thats not cool.carpet cleaners cost way to much.)
now tell me what YOU thought it was!!!
PS- it feels like I've been learning a lot from my mistakes lately... anyone else noticed....?