This morning was yet again cold, wet and grey, and since it’s starting to wear on my mental state, I decided to give into it and go back to bed and sleep as long as I felt like sleeping. The cats followed me to bedroom being cute and starting to get slightly aggitated about the fact I had not yet refilled the almost empty bowls, but they settled in beside me for a nap too. I was in the middle of a nice dream about Ronon Dex (from Stargate Atlantis) when the sounds of thundering cat paws and the weight of two cats running at full force and bouncing on and off the bed intruded into my pleasant little fantasy. Since I didn’t hear anything crashing and breaking, and there wasn’t any yowling, hissing, or screeching, I ignored it as best I could. It isn’t easy to ignore minature elephants stampeding from one end of the house to the other non-stop, but I really wanted to finish my dream.

Eventually I was just too awake to pretend I was asleep any longer, so I started with making the various “bad cat” sounds every time they pounced on the bed.

::thump, thump, thump, thump thump — bounce — SHHHHPPPTTTT!::
(repeat endlessly)

This went on for a while, and realizing the cats weren’t paying any attention at all my silly noises, when they next pounced on the bed, I sat straight up and shouted “CATS!” quite loudly. They finally took notice, and while they didn’t cease running loudly from one end of the house to the other, they did cease jumping on the bed at the end of each lap. It was a compromise I could live with, so I laid back down and tried to get back to my dream.

Before I could even slightly drift off, I heard the all too familiar sounds of Ronin pawing at the closet door. Several SHHHHPPPTTTT’s later, I ended up having to sit up again and throw the covers off, because that seems to be the only thing that makes that cat stop doing whatever it is he is doing. Naturally, I was totally awake at this point, and my kidneys declared loudly that a trip to the bathroom was in order. I rolled over to grab my house shoes from their usual place by the bed, not wanting my warm and naked feet to get anywhere near what I knew was a very cold floor without some protection. My house shoes were right where I expected them to be, but what else was there?

The first thing I noticed was a long strand of furry novelty yarn running from my house shoes down the hall and apparently into the kitchen. I recognized the yarn immediately as belong to a very large ball I had rolled up from four skeins of the stuff. When I say it’s a large ball, I do mean large. If the end of the yarn was in the bedroom, that meant the ball of yarn was on the floor somewhere in the house. My jaw dropped and some sort of primal grunting noise emanated from my mouth … the grunt of someone who just knew that all the sounds of thundering cat paws earlier had been two extremely bad kitties chasing a very large ball of fuzzy yarn around the house. Inwardly I wept a little, outwardly I expressed my disgruntlement by muttering a few curse words.

At that very moment, I heard a sweet and pathetic little “bree-ooow” and there in the corner between the bed and the night table sat Myu, a few loops of yarn wrapped around her head. She was giving me her very best big-eyed, “I’m so precious” look. It’s impossible to be angry with a cat that cute. I tried. I really did try, but who could be angry with a creature wrapped in yarn and being so adorable? Not I.

I put on my house shoes, grabbed the end of yarn I saw and starting rolling it up as I wandered around the house. They had successfully run the yarn through every room of the house unrolling about half that large ball. It was wrapped around tables, draped over shelves, it had even somehow been up on the bathroom counter and in the sink. As I untangled the yarn from every piece of furniture in the house and rolled in back together, the two monster cats followed me around making apology noises and throwing themselves belly-up at my feet begging for attention and forgiveness. Once I got the yarn put away, I went back to the bedroom, both cats following close behind me. I had intended to crawl back into bed, but finding myself too awake to bother and the hour being late, I made the bed instead. Both of the beasts hopped up on the bed and settled in on the pillows for a nap. Oh sure … now they want to go to sleep! Little brats!

The big question is this: how did Myu even get to that ball of yarn?! I know it was Myu. Ronin is a jumper. He can jump onto anything, no matter how high, provided there is room on it for his over-sized back end. The shelves my yarn is on are small, tightly packed, and very high. It would require the skill of a rock climber to get to that particular ball of yarn, and Myu is the climber. I have no idea how she did it, but I know that she did. I certainly would have liked to see her accomplish that task, because I am certain it would have been entertaining to see … though the end result, yarn wrapped around everything in the house, was far from entertaining. Really, the yarn was everywhere!

And now I have two cats sitting at my feet again looking weak and pathetic, so it must be time to feed them. They aren’t going to be happy with the amount of food they will be getting, so I expect there to be some sort of public display of their disapproval. Well, at least I am awake now and can chase them around the house and protect my yarn stash if need be. :lol: