Some time in the middle of the night.
Woken up by the sound of my cat crashing around the house.
A few minutes later.
Same.
A few minutes later.
Woken up by my cat miaowing loudly to announce that she’s dumped a dead animal by my bed. I kick her out of my room.
A few minutes later.
Woken up by the sound of bones crunching outside my door.
A few minutes later.
Woken up by the sound of my cat throwing up.
Time to get up.
I repeatedly hit the snooze button, knowing that when I step out of my room I’ll encounter the site of a massacre and a failed dinner party.
