i have to wonder what’s going on with kitty. obviously he has a very full and exciting nightlife, every night, that requires my services as doorperson on up to five separate occasions, under very different circumstances. i wish i could put a little camera on his head so i could prowl the neighborhood with him, but he’d never stand for that.
it starts usually around three am, he’ll jump up on the couch and ask in a small, trilling voice mrrrr? i need to go out. i let him out. hour later, bang bang bang on the screen door (it doesn’t latch, so it’s his doorknocker). when he gets in he tells me what’s been happening in an urgent sort of voice, and even if i did speak the language, at that hour i just wish he would hush. repeat this several times over, sometimes at fifteen minute intervals — now it’s not like he forgot he was hungry when he asked to go out, there’s something going on out there, some tempestuous relationship with the girl kitty next door, even though they are both fixed. perhaps conflicts with that grey kitty that lives across the street, a territorial dispute of sorts.
it’s a good thing i’m not a sound sleeper and i wake up frequently anyway, otherwise i’d be one frustrated catservant.
still, i’d really like to know what sort of dramatic feline dynamics are at work out there, in the wee hours.