So here is a story.

It was the middle of the night and the loudest sound in the world woke me from my slumber. Rationally, I assumed an intruder was about to kill me, so I looked over at my brave husband expecting to see him already in action; awake, standing, and gripping some sort of a weapon. Instead he was snoring. So I awoke him with a punch in the arm and calmly informed him of the unsettling sounds coming from the living room.

He went to check it out, and then he came back.

E – “Well?!”
Z – “Pegs was having a showdown with another cat.”
E – “Another cat is in the house?!!!”
Z – “No. Go to sleep.”

This was confusing, and I was half asleep. But the next morning I got the details. Apparently a black cat was sitting on our porch and staring at Pegs through the window, so Pegs was growling, aggressively pacing, banging the vertical blinds against the window and generally just freaking out. Understandable, because how dare that cat sit there and LOOK AT HER.



And that’s pretty much it. But some time you should ask Zach to do his angry cat impression because it made me laugh really hard and not be able to breathe.

This is kind of turning into a cat blog. Inevitable.