[m i a o w] the cat

After having one of those ‘thank god I’m back in my own bed’ sleeps on Wednesday night, last night I slept for a total of about three sporadic hours. I’m sure it was mostly to do with pasta salad overload combined with some red wine, but there was another factor. For about three months now M has sworn he has another bat friend that makes regular visits. Unfortunately the only other person to see this phenomenon is Rachael P who has not confirmed or denied. I have my doubts. Apparently Bat is quite small and visits (via the bathroom window) whatever room M happens to be in and does two sedate laps with all his little sonars snapping. And then disappears. So last night I’m lying there half asleep and I hear batwing noise. (I’m not sure how I knew it was batwing noise as the closest I usually get to batwings is via my gothy friend, but… I digress…). I heard it go by twice, naturally. M flicked on the torch but we couldn’t spot it.

After that, I couldn’t sleep. And one of the worst things when you can’t sleep is being ultra-conscious of the other person in the bed every time you want to turn over. So here I am. Typing baggy eyed and smeary. Blisters on my hands from raking grass yesterday.