Monkey Business

I hear noises. Then all is quiet. Then noises again. It sounds as though someone small is running up and down the hallway. I look at the clock. 1:17 AM. What is going on? Did I really hear noises or am I dreaming? No, I am awake. I lie still and listen. Yep, there it is again. Something is sliding across the floor. Bouncing and sliding. I get up, go out into the hallway and I see it run away. I walk toward the front room. It runs at me, then around my feet at lightning speed. Non-stopping it jumps up the one step into our family room. Racing, across the floor and up over a recliner, then back down the hallway. I try to catch it. I try to catch her. It is our cat. Her name is Monkey. I call her Monster Monkey. I walk to the kitchen and she comes in. Calmly. As if she was just strolling by. Like, hey, what are you here for? Going to feed me? I’d like soft food please, only the soft food. Monkey, I say to her, go to bed! Off I go back to bed. I hear some more noises but then all quiet.

Meow. Meow. Meoooow! It is 3:52 AM. I put my head back down on my pillow. That cat wants soft food. Forget the fact that she has dry food in her bowl. That is not what she wants. She jumps up onto our bed and bounces across it landing twice before jumping off the other side. This wakes the big guy who swings at her. He misses. This scene plays out 3 times total. I better get out of bed and feed her. She runs to the kitchen, meowing loudly. You would think by the sound of her meows that she is starving. She is not. She is spoiled. I open the can, put half of it into her bowl and she rears to make sure I am going to put the bowl down in front of her. There, now be good. Back to bed I trod. Enough Monkey business, it’s almost time for me to get up.