February 23rd 2007 (4:15 AM)

~ Bang ~ Thump-ump-ump-mp-p

Kasha:
Woof. Ruff. Woof. Ruff. (short little barks, something is amiss. DAD...wake up!)

Chance:
"Did you hear that?"

Sarah:
"Yes."

Kasha:
Woof. Ruff. Woof. Ruff. (short little barks, something is amiss. Yawwwn....but I'm tired)

Chance:
"What was it?"

Sarah:
"I don't know, go check!"

Kasha:
Woof. Ruff. Woof. Ruff. (short little barks, something is amiss. crawling back under covers)

Chance checks on possible intruder.

Sarah turns over to go back to sleep.

Chance returns.

Kasha:
Roowwwweeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr (Kasha makes her stretchy noise and passes out)

Chance:
"Your tree is destroyed?"

Sarah:
"WHAT? Which one?"

Chance:
"The one on the entertainment center."

Sarah:
"Oooooh, those cats. That sucks, Kristen gave me that as birthday present years ago. I bet it was Gaia." (Gai is "Chances" cat)

Chance:
"No way, it was Pumpkin. She was looking very guilty when I came downstairs to check." (Pumpkin is "my" cat)

Sarah:
"I doubt it, Gaia has been really bratty lately. I bet it was Gaia."

Chance:
"No, Gaia was sitting at the top of the steps wondering what was going on. I bet Pumpkin work her up with all that nonsense."

Sarah:
"It was Gaia. I'm sure of it."

Chance:
"It was Pumpkin, your cat was probably trying to eat it or something."

Kasha:
More noises and movement from the end of the bed, under the sheets...cold nose on my foot.

Sarah:
"It was Gaia." (have to get in the last word)

So much for our vicious attack dog. It's good to know that Kasha has our back, next time we leave the house our minds can rest easy that should a burglar ever decide to invade our home, Kasha will bark diligently and then pass out.

For the record....Pumpkin Cat is a tree/plant eater. She has been since she was a kitten, but she doesn't usually tip them over. So it probably was Gaia, since she is a fatty mcfat cat. She's HUGE.....Chance calls it winter weight. I call it lazy cat fat syndrome. And Gaia has been being really mean to me lately, yesterday she tried to swat at me coming down the stairs. Chance thinks its funny and she's trying to 'play' This cat doesn't play, she means business and she is a vicious, terrifying creature.

:)

Happy Birthday Chance!