I’m going to die – I just know it!

Thud.  Thud.  Thud.  Yowl.  Yowl.

David and I share a glance.  Shake our heads.

Thud.  Thud.  More pitiful yowl.

“I don’t understand why she has to be in here with us.  Rissa’s door is wide open – she could just be in there.”

Thud. Thud.  THUD.

We jump.

“She put her whole body into that one.”

“Is she actually running at the door?”

Then we hear this:

“Oh woe is me!  WOE is me.  WAILEY!  WAILEY!  WAILEY!  I’m going to die – I just know it!  If you don’t let me in, I will actually perish here in the hall and you shall have to step over my limp, lifeless body in the morning. WOE is me.  WOE!  WOE IS ME!!!“

At least we hear the cat equivalent of that – which is much more pitiful and sounds closer to death.  But we remained strong.  We wanted a good night’s sleep and when the cats sleep on/with us – we don’t have a good night’s sleep.  Eventually Minuit left.

This morning…

Thud.  Thud.  THUD.  “I’m still here.  I can totally hear you two talking.  I know you’re awake.  Why must you torture me?  All I want to do is share my love with you and purr.  Can you blame me for that?   Is it too much to ask to let your cat, your oldest cat, your most beloved cat, purr for you?!?”

That cat has stamina.