Remember how this post started:
Put this under true but unbelieveable stories.
I was lying in bed, in that la-la land between asleep and half-awake, when I hear the cat speak. It likes to sleep on my wife's bed when she's not using it. I swear I heard the cat say, "Mii Muwhat oo go mout," over and over for a until I got out of bed and opened the door for it.
Well it happened again, the other cat this time. This cat had been the outside cat until the day my wife took pity on it, I thing the temps outside were something like 8 F, and let it into the house for the night. Now we can't keep it out. It has figured how to crawl under the house and push up the heat vent cover to get into the house. We now have to keep a chair over the grate or the cats in the house.
Anyway it had climbed it's way into the house while I was home alone (That's a good name for a movie, don't you think?) and came into my room as the door had been left ajar. After while I had to use the bathroom and when I returned to bed I closed the door completely, not realizing the cat had gotten into my bedroom, or was even in the house, for that matter. I'm just getting back to sleep, in that la la land of netherland, when I here that, "Mii Muwhat oo go mout," over and over for a until I got out of bed and opened the door for it.
So Spring as come and I'm back to being Dr. Doolittle again after a winter hiatus.
I know that because as I was working on the chicken coop I hear local Pa Quail yell "look up! look up!" and I look up to see a hawk (harrier) circling above me.
