Was woken this morning at 7am to Katie screaming, "GET OLIVER!" and a weird barking/crying coming from the window where Oliver was sitting. As i leaped out of bed to get Oliver, it became shockingly and heartbreakingly clear what was happening: he was eating our new kitten. I jumped at the window to save the baby. Oliver, alert, eluded my grasp and bolted down the hall. Stopping on a dime, i spun and was on his tail instantly as we charged into the living room. a quick left through the breakfast nook and i had my chance. Oliver ran under the dinner table and was seemingly trapped against the window with half eaten cat hanging from his mouth. I dove. With full Matrix style Oliver ran up the window and landed on the table above me. Bruised, bloodied and sitting under a table, i turned to find Katie still screaming. "I NEED TO SEE THE KITTY!," as she followed down the hall picking up pieces of dismembered kitten and placing them into a bloody towel. She ran to the front door, "I NEED TO SEE IF THE KITTY IS OUT HERE," and was gone. Moments later as I reached the front door Katie was back, "Oh here she is." Behind me, the kitten is bounding down the hall to see what's happening and to playfully attack my feet.
Huh?
So what really happened:
Katie woke up to a weird barking/crying coming from outside the bedroom window. She became instantly convinced that our new kitten had crawled through a hole in the screen and was now being eaten by a dog on the sidewalk. She screamed: "GET THE KITTEN!" I, startled from a deep sleep and completely blind, totally misread the situation. What followed was exactly as I described, except for the visions of half-eaten and dismembered kitten. I really can't see a thing without my contact lenses.