I woke up a little after midnight last night and heard Husbinator coming up the steps. "Malka," he said gently and quietly, "There's a cat in the house." I sighed, not quite awake. "Well," I finally answered, "I'ma go pee first."
There followed a half-hour silent chase, herding the cat out of the spare bedroom, closing all doors upstairs, standing guard next to the open main level doors so no more cats would come in, watching in desperation as the cat tried and failed to leave, and losing the cat. Yeah, losing it. (It was about then that I recalled the phrase, "like herding cats.")
We have our hopes about how it may have exited without us noticing, but we still searched pretty thoroughly for the cat: Husbinator very firmly and wisely did not want a cat in our house overnight. While I wasn't awake enough to care (it's amazing how well I can cling to drowsiness even as I stalk a cat and have it run past me in a panic), even in my sleep-befuddled state I knew it would be Very Bad if BSM woke up in the morning and saw a cat in the house. He does Not Like Cats at the best of times, and does verily freak out if they come into His House.
Well, we never found the cat last night, and I sure didn't see it this morning, so whatever. Gol-dinged cats, even if they are better to chase out of the house than birds or bats. Poopy British introducing them to control the rodent population. Growl, grumble grumble.
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