Back in black

I awoke this morning to the sound of Hannah getting ready for work. She asked me if the cat was in the shoe organizer. I said it might be behind it...not in it...this cat isn't that small.

We took in the cat from Hannah's boss last night for 10 days. It's name is sunshine but that name doesn't do it justice. It should have been named Nocturnal Racket. The cat was scared and hid behind our mirror most of yesterday evening. It finally came out sometime last night only to meow for attention. I'm a light sleeper so I awake at the first meow. This gives me violent thoughts....not because I'm a violent person but there's something especially jolting about a foreign cat in my space waking me up at all hours during the night. In the back of my mind I know that I'm in it's mercy no matter how much bigger I am because I'm such a light sleeper.

I was woken up a few more times during the night. I think the cat was jumping from high places onto the floor because I'd awake hearing the sound of something making our wooden floor creak as if a person were walking in our house only the see a fur ball scurrying off.

I wanted to come to a coffee shop this morning to write, just as I am doing now. However due to unforeseen circumstances I had to take Hannah to work at 7:30 down in Kent so I was up earlier that anticipated. Currently I'm at Solstice writing but i'm ohh-so tired and I haven't been eating good so I feel like junk...time for cheesy eggs and ketchup I think. :)