In the game of cat versus sasquatch, the cat has won. I woke up yesterday (Sunday) morning to the sound of Paliki meowing at our bedroom window. It took me a bit to figure out that the noise was coming from outside. Paliki often wakes me up at 5:30 a.m. or thereabouts with a barrage of meows. I’ve discovered that if I’m able to ignore her for five minutes she’ll give up and go away. Yesterday morning however the meows kept going and I finally realized that the sounds had that muffled quality that comes from sound passing through badly insulated walls.
So I stumbled through the house and let her fuzziness in. I checked her paw. No visible swelling, stitches still intact. It was pretty cold out so I can understand why she was so insistent about getting inside. I did a quick check around the basement for Skook but he was still out.
That means he must have let Paliki out sometime after midnight. Skook didn’t go out until after Nizzibet and I had gone to bed. Or maybe Jaydogg opened the door for her.
I don’t really care much. Paliki is in pretty good shape. She’s back to jumping on the furniture and galumping around the house – a herd of elephants cleverly disguised as an eight pound cat. I played doorman at least a half dozen times for her yesterday and once already this morning.