Sorry for the brief silence - the computer's been on the fritz and Dave just finally got it back to normal.
I have been knitting (what else do you do when your computer isn't working, right?) But it's secret knitting, so I can't show you yet.
So instead, I'll share a cat story. I've mentioned before that Peno is our "good cat". All that really means is she's the least bad.
Peno however, barely makes a peep. The most we get out of her are little merps and chirps (unless Rocky is bothering her - then it's full-on, knock-down, drag-out, she-cat hissing and screaming). The only time I've ever heard an actual meow out of her is in a very odd circumstance.
It usually happens anywhere between 2 and 4 a.m. I will be awoken by a very loud, but oddly low "Mroooowow."
She runs down the stairs and I follow. Into the kitchen we go. Mopar looks up from his bed. "What? Oh wait - are you going to feed me?"
So then I start thinking, maybe she's alerting me to another emergency. Dave was fine, I could still hear him snoring. I couldn't smell smoke. My CO detector still seemed to be working. Nothing was flooded. There was no prowler lurking. The was no well for Timmy to fall down.
I ask Peno once again what is wrong, but I just get that enigmatic cat face.
Peno of course is sitting in the hall looking all smug and pleased. And I'm pretty sure she was thinking "Stoopid human... took you long enough to find my present."