So last night, as I was trying to drift off to sleep while camping on the floor of the family room (best plush carpeting in the house), Delilah decides to try out the acoustics of the empty house. "Mew! mew! mew!" and on and on. She pauses to come over and check in with mommy; purrs. Won't climb on top of the sleeping bag (she often likes to sleep on top of me if it's not too hot), won't come into the sleeping bag. But wants me to pet her. Then back to wherever: "mew! mew! mew! ..." Man, she wouldn't shut up!
Unbelievable. Delilah, the quiet, shy cat is yodeling. Wazzup with that? My mom's theory: she had a lot to say. Of course it's in the middle of the night, and I need to be sure I'm up for the movers. Cats - they're wacko.
Eventually I sort of shoved her down into the sleeping bag. She exited, went for an encore: "mew! mew! mew! mew! ..." But the next time, she came back, decided she wanted to go into the sleeping bag, went way down to my toes, and curled up. Which was handy, because my feet were cold.
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Maybe delilah is saying: "How come this blog isn't named after me?" Meow!"
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