Last night, 2:45 a.m.:
(THUD)
Monster Hands: “…y’fffaaaa? …. whaaahaaaa….”
Me, suddenly awake: “What was that?”
Cats: [Nothing! We mean, ‘what a strange and mysterious thing just happened!’]
Me: “The crib is six inches to the right of where it was before. Why has the crib moved?”
Cats: […]
Me, to cats: “Were you furniture surfing again? In the middle of the night? While the baby was sleeping in the furniture?”
Cats: [What? Hey, look, a moth!]
(SKITTER SKITTER SKITTER THUD)
Me: “You did it again! Running and hurling yourself into furniture!”
Cats: [Who? What? Nothing!]
