We Interrupt This Program (Part 2)

I try to make sure there are a couple of days between posts, but we had some excitement at our house very early this morning.

Athena has always mewed as soon as she sees one of us is awake. It's her charming way of letting us know she's ready to eat. But ever since Apollo went on his adventure, Athena has been unusually vocal. Every time we pass her she mews rather pathetically. Whether she's saying, "Where's Apollo?" or "Can I get some more food" is up to interpretation, but she's been really, loudly, vocal.

This morning at 3:00 a.m. she was mewing at the door to our bedroom. It was loud enough to wake both of us up. Now we're not about to get into the habit of running to the kitchen to get her a bite to eat every time she bellows. But it was really persistent. So I told Kelly to bring her into bed, where she could get some reassurance and loving.

He gently called out to her.  Coaxed her. And then said, "Holy shit," as he handed me Apollo! Our prodigal son had returned! He's a little thin and dirty but doesn't seem any worse for the wear.

The mewing was so loud that it woke Gus, who was excited and happy beyond belief at Apollo's return. Kelly and I immediately reminded him that the cat goes where the cat goes, and the plan he had been hatching to tie the poor thing up to keep him around wasn't ever to go into effect.

All the commotion woke a delighted Niko, who - when the dust settled - decided he needed to sleep in our bed with us. That means I didn't get any sleep at all.

Stupid cat.