I laid down to take a little nap at 5:30 pm yesterday. My alarm went off an hour later. I hit the snooze button for another hour, then I turned off the alarm. Lin tried to wake me up at some point. All I remember is telling him I didn’t want to get up and “sleeping feels good.” I slept until 5 am this morning.

I might have slept even longer, were it not for the cats. One cat in particular successefully managed to take me from completely asleep to wide awake in a matter of a second. How did little Tora succeed at rousing me so quickly? No, not a cat fart in the face this time.

There is a very large and very heavy antique mirror on my chest of drawers. It’s the sort that would normally be hung on the wall, but I have had it sitting on the chest of drawers and leaned against the wall since we moved into the house 6 years ago. It has never once budged … until this morning when, cat-assisted, it fell forward and hit the edge of the bed with a very loud WHUMP.

Now it’s a damn good thing my hands, arms, legs, feet, or head wasn’t anywhere near the edge of the bed when that happened, because I am 100% certain that heavy and large mirror with the heavy and large wooden frame would have broken any bone it came into contact with after falling as far as it did. I suppose it’s also lucky no cats were in its path as well, but at the moment, I wasn’t especially concerned about any murderous cats who might get injured in the course of trying to off me. So, good thing Lin fell asleep on the couch last night, which means I was pleasantly sprawled out in the middle of the bed and not draped over the side as I usually am. Still gave me quite a start to my morning though.

Amazingly, the mirror itself didn’t break. I’ve had a couple of large modern mirrors break, and they did so easily, with only a little bump or slight pressure. Antique mirrors? Apparently tough enough to survive a long fall and wake the sleeping dead.

And how did I know it was Tora that did the evil deed? There were no sounds of other cats scurrying away, and she was sitting beside the previous upright location of the mirror frame staring at me. Not running away like cats do when they do something bad either. Just sitting there … staring. When Tora first came to live with us, I posted a photo of her, and one of my LJ friends noted that she looked like the sort of cat that would kill a person while they slept. At the time, I didn’t want to believe it, but now? Yup, she’s pure evil!

Project one for today after breakfast will be to secure the mirror to the wall.