Last night I did something rather silly at 4:00 am, though at the time I felt quite responsible and mature.
Here’s what I thought happened:
At 4:00 am, I woke up to the sound of one of my cats heaving up a hairball on the floor near the foot of my bed. I briefly considered going back to sleep and dealing with it in the morning, but I convinced myself that one of the roles of being a cat-father and condo-owner is to take care of these sorts of things right away.
So I slumped out of bed, tore off a piece of paper towel, and made my way through the dark bedroom towards the hairball. I carefully covered the hairball with the paper towel, leaving it to soak up all the juices so I could easily throw it away a few hours later. I then went back to sleep.
When I woke up at 7:00 and walked across my bedroom in broad daylight, I realized that this was actually what happened:
Hairball, awake, responsible cat-father, out of bed, etc. Paper towel in hand, I made my way over to a large rubber band (one of Biddy’s favorite toys) and carefully covered it with a paper towel. Pleased with with my success, I walked back to bed, barely missing the full-exposed hairball on my way.
When I woke up to find the hairball soaked into the carpet and the rubber band securely protected under the paper towel, I had to laugh. I have 20/20 eyesight, but apparently my 4:00 am night vision isn’t great.
The hairball has since been cleaned up, but for the record, here’s the rubber band:
And here’s Walter (hairball cat), wondering why his papa can’t see in the dark:
What’s the silliest thing you’ve done at 4:00 am?