Let the Wild Rumpus Start!

January 31, 2003 - 7:49 pm 2 Comments

There was an enormous crash, thud, and sound of stuff rolling around on the floor upstairs a minute ago. The kitchen is directly above the office, and my first thought was that a cat had knocked over a 12 pack of Coke in the pantry. The problem is that both hub and I checked and there is absolutely nothing out of place upstairs.

I think Gus is having some fun with us. This wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been haunted by a pet, but the concept makes hub very uneasy.

Our dog, Polliwog, used to sit at the end of the driveway in the evening and let out one little bark when it was time for Dad to get home from work. For months after she died, we’d hear her bark.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve felt a cat jump up on the bed and then realized that the cats are all in the other room.

I think it’s really comforting. But who knows what Gus is going to get up to, now that he feels well? As a kitten he was absolutely full of beans.

Hub’s wondering if Gus is upset because he’s out in the garage awaiting internment.

2 Responses to “Let the Wild Rumpus Start!”

  1. Kathryn Says:

    Ooo, I’ve experienced such. This reminds me of a hilarious read–very much in keeping with what you’re experiencing–which might provide some solace. You may already have read it. If not, go read about Hank’s Cat Audit. It’s the kind of thing you can read while your grieving, and you’ll laugh as you cry, and it will confirm what your heart knows.

  2. Kenneth Says:

    Okay, the weird thing is — I feel my cats jump on my bed all the time, and they aren’t jumping on my bed. So now I *REALLY* want to know what that is.