I didn't have to get up early for work today.
I have the day off.
Ahhhhh..... I get to sleep until I wake up on my own. *happy sigh*
Pips has officially relinquished the title of That Damn Cat and has handed the crown to Lila.
I woke, jolted out of bed, by the house alarm going off at just before 7:00 a.m. Flying down the stairs, wrestling into my house coat and trying not to trip and kill myself, I screech to a halt in front of the keypad for the alarm and disable it.
Then I survey the house to see what's happened.
The door is closed and locked. The patio door is intact. All windows are intact. The dog is standing in the middle of the livingroom with her tail between her legs. Pips comes up from the basement and starts chirping at me.
Lila is nowhere to be seen.
The only thing out of place is a hard plastic coffee cup that I take in my lunch kit. It is on the kitchen floor, obviously pushed off by some meandering feline who was where she ought not to be. I have ceramic tile floors. Pair that with the crash of hard plastic and a glass breakage detector with the house alarm and you get.....
WOOOOWOOOOOWOOOOOWOOOOWOOOOOWOOOOOOWOOOOOWOOOOO.... ad nauseum until the alarm is shut off. The alarm company calls... I tell them all is okay, the cat knocked something onto the floor.
Good thing I don't have police service too. I would get charged for each false alarm, because the cops would have been dispatched.
I'm sure they wouldn't be impressed when I held up that blue eyed devil and a purple cup as the culprits.