January 3, 2009
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Score:
Lower brain function: 1
Sleep: 0So a little while ago my lower brain woke me up with the urgent news that my baby needed me. Something (which sounded remarkably like a baby crying) needed me very desperately, and Mister Reticular Formation sitting at the bottom of my brain suddenly went wonky.
After hearing the Scary Noises or seeing the Scary Things before going to bed, I assumed immediately that my cat was wounded and dying on my front lawn with her kittens surrounding her, mourning her with the cat's version of a dirge. And no, that's not just me being morbid. It's happened before. (Except that there was no dirge last time)
So I got into all my grubby clothes and pulled on a pair of shoes. As I went down the stairs, I could still hear it, so I expected that it would be quite audible when I stepped out onto the front yard.
It wasn't.
In fact, nothing was very audible. There's a little bit of a breeze, but nothing unusual. No dead cat, or skunk, or Mexican Crying Moth, or baby tucked into a picnic basket. Well, maybe she just died, something suggested in my head. I think it was my reticular formation again, trying to make excuses for waking me up at a terrible hour. But I decided to check on her anyway.
She's fine. As are the kids... er... kittens. So I crawled back up the stairs (they're very steep) and into bed.
I think that's all I care to say. I'm awfully tired. Go to sleep, people. Go to sleep.
Comments (1)
Wow that's weird!
At least the cat was ok lol 
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