my life

I am sound asleep (dreaming of fountains of chocolate, a world without taxes, a life with a smaller ass...) and suddenly Prutske (the white cat) jumps from the bed as if she has been electrified (OK--I know that this is the normal way all cats leap from the bed in the middle of the night when we are sleeping---but this leap was especially exuberant). I am now awake with my face resting on the pillow, facing the wall. I open my eyes slowly. What is that?...that blurry thing sitting there? Ohhhhhhh....it's just Minuit (the black cat). What is he doing? Why is he sitting there like that......staring up at the ceiling and moving his head back and forth? Still in a fog I roll over onto my back and look up. I see a moth fluttering around (not uncommon --- here in Belgium they don't believe in screens and the windows are wide open in the bedroom). Wow --that is a big moth. Wait........that seems way too big to be a moth. (I put on my glasses)...great. It's a bat.  Apparently he mistook my bedroom for the batcave.  So begins the night of chasing a bat through the house and out a window. Of course the cats were no help whatsoever (I tried to point out that a a bat is just a mouse with wings--but since they ignore any mice that venture into the house.... why should this be any different. And let's not forget the squirrel that came in through the window. They practically played with him!) So then this morning one of them (they never own up to who does what) left vomit on my bedroom floor. See---one day I am frolicking on the shores of Croatia.....the next I am cleaning up cat vomit. Life is full of twists and turns. And tomorrow has to be better.......anything is a step up from cat vomit.